Jesus, Mary and Ralph! OMG! Today I went out to my car to try to find some scissors to cut my hair with (it was all in my eyes and shit!). When I looked into a tool box I found a cassette tape with my name on it. It was really old, early 80's or so, and I didn’t even know if it would play or not. I had my G.E. portable cassette recorder with me so I popped it in. Hell, ya never know there might be a little nugget on there we can use for the next record.
The first song wasn’t so bad. It was The Fabulous Knobs doing a song of mine called “Love Letter Late”. It’s kind of a rock-a-billy diddy with not TOO embarrassing lyrics. The next one wasn’t quite as good. It was my demo of a song The Knobs used to do called “Encourage Me”. The guitars were outta tune and my singing was a lot more horrendous than it is now (can you imagine?). Anyhoo, the more the tape played the more I wanted to kill myself. Each song was just another kick in the nuts. I mean, did I really write a song called “Lips, get ready”? This was the by far the worst of the bunch. It was like a Kiss throwaway. Listening to it was like somebody cutting open my back and scraping my spine with a jagged rock. This song really hurt my feelings.
There were other bad ones too though. There was one called “Heartache to Follow” which I cleverly took from the phrase “hard act to follow”. You know, after writing a song that stupid why didn’t I just quit after that? At that point, I was still young enough to go back to school or go to some Culinary Arts Institute or something. I could have at that point still made something of my life. Oh well! At least I got enough sense not to let anybody else hear this shit. You’re only getting the best folks…and there is a HUGE gap between the really bad and the really good!