Sunday, March 26, 2006

I'm not inspired to write songs without being surrounded by beautiful, sexy, gorgeous women.

Instead I live like a hermit monk. Something has got to change.

5 comments:

Jan said...

Maybe you should create an all women boardinghouse with that house you bought.
You'll serenade the ladies in song and bake cakes in your underwear. The gals' "unmentionables" will be hanging over the banister. There will be chickens and cows and a big vegetable garden. And maybe a few pussy cats. Just an idea...

Sandman said...

unmentionables, pussy cats. surrealism.

Anonymous said...

you should have been down here (dodge) on saturday night for the talent show. there were lots of beautiful women here. and you could have sang one of your songs for us. just don't advertise with your "I'm small" song.

Sandman said...

dang, i woulda gone if i'd remembered.

regarding my song "mr. small": humor is a bigger aphrodesiac than bragadoccio, don't you think? braggarts rarely exceed expectations, whereas comedians . . .

Goose said...

We need to get you down to Colombia... you could hitchhike, but that might take awhile. And you don't want to hitchhike in the Darien Gap. Hmm... too bad you can't hitchhike on an airplane...