Sometimes he had a voice like John Denver. Sensitive and vulnerable. A singing, thinking, gentle man that you just want to hold.
A man of soft shadows, twinkling lights. But all he has to do is sing quietly and manage the chord shifts. In hushed tones, it sounds sincere. That was the agony of his magic.
And then, he comes through-a loud bridge that betrays the real him, stretching beyond his abilities; it's not flattering when he cries out for attention.
If only he had the luck to be in a recording studio in his best moments. But he used up all his good luck early on.
Standing at the back of the room, she liked hiding out in the dark. Just watching, not trying to have the conversation, not hearing him interrupt her.
1969 was the year he never liked to talk about. 1970-75 were gone to him. 1969 was the Year of The Bad Choice. He escaped a contract. Had to pay through the nose, but hey, money never meant a lot. And besides, there was plenty around. Except for that half a million that he loaned to his friend to buy a boat. Even now- this famous man sails the world, leaving him on the shore looking at the boat. Staring at the tideswell of music he helped create.
I Remember Christmas by Peter Tork
A man of soft shadows, twinkling lights. But all he has to do is sing quietly and manage the chord shifts. In hushed tones, it sounds sincere. That was the agony of his magic.
And then, he comes through-a loud bridge that betrays the real him, stretching beyond his abilities; it's not flattering when he cries out for attention.
If only he had the luck to be in a recording studio in his best moments. But he used up all his good luck early on.
Standing at the back of the room, she liked hiding out in the dark. Just watching, not trying to have the conversation, not hearing him interrupt her.
1969 was the year he never liked to talk about. 1970-75 were gone to him. 1969 was the Year of The Bad Choice. He escaped a contract. Had to pay through the nose, but hey, money never meant a lot. And besides, there was plenty around. Except for that half a million that he loaned to his friend to buy a boat. Even now- this famous man sails the world, leaving him on the shore looking at the boat. Staring at the tideswell of music he helped create.
I Remember Christmas by Peter Tork
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