From the time I was exposed to my first piano at West Seneca West’s band room to the CD I’m recording now, there’s one lesson I have never learned. No one that you write a song for will react the way you think they would or wish they will. But it’s too good to resist. I dunno. Net result of this: 3 or 4 friendships lost forever. It’s only music.
Don’t tell them, anyhow.