By the Pool
Sometimes a vacation can lead to a new life. And
sometimes Paradise wears a string bikini. You
just have to be open to the possibilities.
Mondays suck, right? Well, I used to think that.
But given how I feel about every day being a
holiday, I wanted to figure out a way to make
Mondays suck less. My solution was to put a
particular carrot at the end of that stick, so
that I'd have something to look forward to, that
would help me keep a good attitude during the
Worst Day Sailing
There's a lot of wisdom riding around on the
back bumpers of cars. One day I spotted this
gem: "The worst day sailing beats the best day
working." It's true. I worked hard researching
this song on several sailing trips around the
San Francisco Bay. It's a wonderful job, but
nobody's got to do it.
Friend You Just Met
One of the things I love about playing live is
when my friend meet and party with each other,
and I figured a song about that might help
"break the ice." And then I started to think
about some of the issues and debates in our
headlines, and remembered that we really have
more in common with one another - carnivore and
vegetarian, Red and Blue, pick your divide -
than we have different. We're all human. We all
have hopes, dreams, needs, desires, and fears.
We all want to be loved. We all want to be
remembered. And wouldn't it be a better place
if, instead of as a potential adversary, we saw
that person next to us as a friend we just
haven't had the chance to meet yet?
Second honeymoon, anyone? When deadlines and
multiple demands make it hard to find the
"quality time" necessary to nourish and nurture
your relationship with the most important person
in your life, sometimes you've just got to get
Beach Front Day
It's rare that I've been able to write a song
that fits more than one purpose. This is one. I
wrote it initially for the good folks at BeachFront
Radio, one of my favorite places to listen
to Trop Rock. But I also wrote it to stand on
its own as a song about taking the occasional
"mental health day" and heading for the shore,
that people who've never heard of the radio
station could enjoy.
The legend says that the drink was named after a
woman, one evening down in Mexico by an
enraptured bartender. Some women are at least as
intoxicating as a good drink; the best ones are
even moreso. This song is dedicated to the tasty
concoctions it has been my privilege to sip.
What is it about pirates that captures our
imagination? Piracy's rather nasty in real life
- think "Somalia." I guess we all grew up on
either Errol Flynn or Johnny Depp. Or maybe it's
just that, living in the nation that has one of
the lowest numbers of vacation days per year in
the First World, we're just starved for a little
"Arr" and "Arr."
Island Standard Time
I wrote this song inspired by two things. The
first was a statement by Howard Livingston, one
of my favorite Trop Rockers, to the effect that
we need to remember what's important - the sun
rises in the morning, and it sets at night.
Everything else is relative. The second was a
"watch" I got from my dear friends Dale and
Brian - Dale did the covers for Every
Day's a Holiday -
which contained some sand and a piece of slate
with the word "now" written on it. As Dan
Millman would say, "it's always now. And we're
always here." And it's always Island Standard
Time, at least between our ears.
Beach Bum Attack
What if, the next time we were Down Island on
vacation, we decided to say "screw it" and just
stay? I'd like to call the office one day and
just say, "Hi; I'm not coming in again. I've had
a Beach Bum Attack."