( Harry Nilsson Harry Nilsson) Nilsson Nilsson Harry Harry (Harry Nilsson Harry Nilsson) (Nilsson Nilsson Harry Harry)  I put some Harry Nilsson on the stereo I poured myself my favorite glass of wine I'm staring out the window singing songs of long ago Wonderin' if you'll ever come back home One is a lonely number ...

I’m not background music I have stories to tell I'm willing to share now ...Open your heart pull up a chair now I don't scream I don't growl...I don't wail I don't howl I don’t emote...I don’t pose...I'm not one of those I don’t shake rattle or roll...I won't touch rap with a ten foot pole I sing about things that matter to me, that’s right I’m gonna do what’s right for me Like this ...

Sometimes these days we think about the things we took for granted In times like this we can take all that we’ve learned tend to seeds we planted Watch them grow help them grow there’s no room for sorrow Today may be tough, we’ll look back tomorrow...and we’ll know Yes we’ll know we don’t have to cry for the children Their future like the sun in the sky is shining bright We don’t have to cry for the children Let’s put our arms around them assure them it’s alright Kids today not like we were yesterday they never are (they never are) Today is unlike any other day it’s so far from what we knew once as another day Times have changed it’s time to rearrange the way we treat each other Today may be tough, we can go much farther if we know Yes we know we don’t have to cry for the children Their future like the sun in the sky is shining brighter We don’t have to cry for the children Let’s put our trust in them and watch them as they grow ...

Songs In The Key Of Covid 1.  A Little Crazy                                                                                                                             Ray Galindo:  Lead Vocal, Piano, Guitar, Bass, Harmonica                                                                         Don Black Cat:  Guitars                                              ...

 Ray Galindo removed Val Kinzler from the group. 8/1/21, 5:13 PM Ray Galindo A Conversation With Coronavirus Ray 8/1/21, 6:20 PM Mick Mick Oakleaf 8/3/21, 3:20 PM Alan Alan Rand 8/5/21, 12:50 PM Ray Great drums session with Mick. Thank you, Mick! Ray Ray Galindo I sent everyone an email with the tracks 8/5/21, 2:06 PM Mick Mick Oakleaf Thank you, Ray!! Great songs, great playing by all, and great engineering by Nicola!!!! 🙂❤ Ray Ray Galindo 8/5/21, 3:18 PM Rew Rew Starr Rew Rew Starr Thanks 8/6/21, 7:49 PM Ray Ray Galindo I need a trumpet solo and trumpet at the end of Feisty Li'l Woman. Any ideas? Alan Alan Rand Mac Gollehan's the one working with most of our friends. Ray Thanks. I'll look him up Ray Ray Galindo I sent a friend request. Thanks, Alan 🙂 Ray Ray Galindo Is he as magical with a trumpet as Seaton is with a sax? Alan Alan Rand Yup. Ray Galindo added you to the group. 8/6/21, 9:33 PM Ray Ray Galindo Session with Mac on Tuesday 2:00 Alan Alan Rand Ray Galindo ad...

I began selling books on the sidewalks of New York City in the Spring of 1990. When I was a sidewalk bookseller in NYC, sometimes I would get a 'real job' for awhile just to take a break. I didn't care if I quit or was fired. I would just go back to bookselling. I blew more money in two hours than any job could have paid me for a week of humiliation.   The Bookstore was aptly named - I could have called it something pretentious like Greenwich Village Bookshop, but that reputation had not yet been established. I removed the air conditioner that had been installed above the entrance and replaced it with a color TV facing the sidewalk on which I was playing VHS tapes of classic rock concerts, rock and roll films and occasionally, some horror flicks. Within the first three months since its opening, The Bookstore was becoming a neighborhood institution. It became the 'go to' place for musicians, potheads who needed a place to have a quick toke and generally, people with ...

I never dreamed that one day I would find myself no longer a child so innocent Now I truly understand now that I'm alone in my little world of make-believe I remember being harshly scolded for something they did once long ago I felt it quite clearly but I was still alone then in my little world of make-believe Often they would find me in conversation with my imaginary friend He could keep a secret he'd never tell a soul in my little world of make-believe I wished myself a garden where my mind can go to play A colour-filled childhood playground...I dreamed my life away Please don't kill my dream it may be all I'll ever have Often they would find me in conversation with my imaginary friend He could keep a secret he'd never tell a soul in my little world of make-believe