My Previous Life in Music
Childhood
A long, long time ago I used to play the guitar and sing a little bit. While in college a woman named Teresa ("T") and I would play at the campus coffee shop and anywhere else people would let us.
Adolescence
Occasionally pleased with the way we sounded, we decided to put some of our music down on tape to see what would happen. A few copies of the cassettes wound up in the hands of some friends who were gracious enough to plunk down a couple bucks, no doubt discarding them when CDs became more fashionable or before one of the many post-college moves to another town or state or country.
Middle Age
Ever the sentimentalist, I've had the rest of the cassettes tucked away in a little shoe box, waiting for some magical moment when I could pull them out and play them for my children and declare, "See kids, your dad wasn't always such a dork." Of course my familial daydream never takes into account two painful truths: (1) my music wasn't all that great to begin with, and (2) my children will probably have little tolerance for the neo-folkie style of the songs.
Golden Age
Now I have a better idea. I'm going to stick them right here on this page and, again, see what happens. If you dare to listen to any of them, feel free to contact me and let me know what you think. Don't worry, my self-esteem is not in any way tied to my musical ability.
** Warning: the next two songs contain phony British accents.
