They know nothing about Gospel Music, Blues, Jazz, Rock and Roll...or how and why they are able to afford the equipment and the training that they need to become millionaires making shitty rap records. They know nothing about Mahalia Jackson, Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Fats Domino, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Sidney Poitier, Harry Belafonte. Bill Cosby, Lola Falana, Sammy Davis Jr., The Supremes, The Temptations, Dionne Warwick, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson and the endless list of other brilliant entertainment luminaries who fought racism and discrimination to become wealthy and  respected in their fields.  No. They know that whites once enslaved blacks and believe that there is a need for reparations. Do they know about great military and political leaders and social activists who have made a difference like Frederick Douglass, Harriet Tubman, Ruby Bridges, Rosa Parks, Booker T. Washington,  Medgar Evers, Shirley Chisolm,...

When I saw the ad on Craigslist for this job, I called the number. Their lies began with this first phone call. I was going to need a job because I knew that I was going to be evicted from my apartment where I lived for ten years, and I needed to build up my bank account for the moving expenses. When I asked David for the name of the company, he replied, 'Manhattan Safety'. That was bullshit. I already knew the name of the company, Manhattan Fire and Safety Inc. after I hung up the call, I looked at Google and Yelp reviews for this company. The reviews ranged from annoyed to horrible. That's why he didn't give me the full name of the company. He is so desperate for employees that he has to lie to them. Under normal circumstances, I would not work for a company with such a bad reputation, but desperate times called for desperate measures. When I arrived for the interview, he was very friendly, well-spoken and seemed like a good and honest gentleman. The first thing he sa...

D D7 Old friend you're coming back to town Bm G Asus4 A You have a brand new song that we can play around with D D7 Old friend I'll shine up my guitar Bm ...

If it had been a different day, there’s no telling where we would be now You say should 'a would 'a could 'a…it doesn’t matter anymore I couldn’t disagree with you more If it had been a different time, we could have tried a pantomime instead of falling into the oldest line If it had been a different day, we might have found a different way to say the right thing at the wrong time The past never goes away It stares us down each passing day If we try to ignore it, the love that came before it is like a broken dish…an unfulfilled wish If it had been a different day what mattered then wouldn’t matter today If it didn’t matter then why should it matter anyway ...

  I was never a star I’ve never owned a hundred guitars I never sing out of tune  I’m always in time; I’ll be there soon I never played Madison Square; I had no hair, so they didn’t want me   I was never on TV or the radio;  I don’t have a cd I can’t read a note,  The songs that I wrote say it perfectly My piano is barely in tune; I can’t find a rhyme, and I don’t wanna use June Because I love you, I’ll sing for you I love you; I’ll sing for you I don’t have a degree from Julliard University I’m not a classical snob,  I’m a rock and roll slob, and that’s ok with me  I don’t have a company deal;  All for the better; I can sing what I feel Because I love you, I’ll sing for you  I love you; I’ll sing for you   I was never a star I’ve never owned a hundred guitars I never sing out of tune I’m always in time; I’ll be there soon I love you, I’ll sing for you I love you, I’ll sing for you I love you, I’ll sing for you I love you, I’ll sing for ...

I've never been to Rome but I've been to Louisville Tennessee I've never been to London but I've been to  Ybor City I've never been to Munich but I've been to to Austin Texas I've never been to Paris I'm not a bit embarrassed  I grew up in a city and I don't know country ways One of these days I gotta get up and I gotta get away I'm a well-traveled man but I still got a whole world to see I still got a whole world to see I've never been to San Francisco but I've seen LA I've never been to New Orleans, I've had their  Crawfish Ettouffee                                            I chanted Hare Krishna though I've never been to India I never worked in Bollywood but I prayed in West Virginia I grew up in a city and I don't know mountain ways One of these days I gotta get up and I gotta get away I'm a well-traveled man but I still got a whole world to see I still got ...

Someone sent someone to me to keep my love alive To give me a reason to survive To give me something to strive for S omeone to care for s omeone to be there for Someone was listening to me when I felt all alone My pain was like a deafening tone You brought music to my ears and sang away my tears ...