I Drive

I drive them to their friend’s houses
and to their music lessons
I drive them to the clubs, the parks
And to rehearsal sessions

Sometimes an extra kid or two
And sometimes even three
End up in my backseat their moms
Thought best leave drive to me

And so with designated driver
Title I am haunted
Like with some prize I never asked for
Much less even wanted

But maybe I could lose this honor
If they understood
I’m extremely under qualified
And just not very good

And indeed I have a gift
Perhaps a predilection
To lose my sense at even the
Most simple of directions

And weave within the lanes of traffic as
I do my best to guess
And peer and poke to see if we
Are nearing our address

So do you think if these moms knew
That every time I drive
With their dear children that I risk
Their young and precious lives

And take this duty from me that
Into my lap did drop
Oh reader I’ve not killed one yet
So sadly I think not.

Real live shot of my back seat…when the whole band needs a lift!!

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The Regrettes Record Release Party At The Echo

New year, new gig! I’m pretty excited about writing for this new online magazine, Degenerate News. Here is the first article I wrote for them. The members of The Regrettes actually all went to rock school with my son and are now signed to Warner Brothers so it’s pretty exciting. They also happen to be a great band.
Please take the time to read my review or at least click through to show there is readership, ha, ha! It will look good for me! Thanks! And let me know what you think of The Regrettes and the article.

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The Parking Spot

I tried to get there early
So I wouldn’t have to race
For the task nearly impossible
To find a parking space

For surely I’d be lucky if
I happened to have found
A spot twas even blocks away
The hottest club in town

My wond’ring eyes saw such a sight
They were likely to meet
A spot there that did wait for me
And right across the street

No sign was reading ‘tow away
No standing, loading only’
And so I pulled my car right up
To make it far less lonely

But once I pulled in not enough
To just leave for the club
I had to sit there to impress
On every passing schlub

Of what would be my luck that night
A feat much more than meager
And did I mention I’d no need
To feed the parking meter?

And as I sat there basking
In the space that I had took
I thought it best to take a pic
And post it on Facebook

So all my friends could envy me
And have it in their sights
Of all the luck that I was having
On that weekend night

But finally I had to go
So out the car I dragged
But ‘fore I made it to the club
I stopped off and I bragged

To every bouncer, every door girl
All that I did meet
Of how I got to get a spot
Just right across the street

And finally I got in the club
A sight that made me sober
To find the band I came to see
Was now completely over

But it was just a momentary
Downer, no real grieving
I just got back into my car
And now I’m never leaving.

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The actual picture I posted from my car on Saturday night…parked across the street from L.A. hot spot, The Troubadour.