Wow, has it really almost been a year since my last entry? Time flies! I guess that’s what happens when one engages in the sort of deeply philanthropic activity that I am generally immersed in: VACATIONING!!! This is how I’m giving back to the lesser fortunate, but have they thanked me? No they have not. I’ve been at Sandals® on Cuba Libre, busy with having feelings (mostly pleasurable, though I have had moments of anger, particularly when Sandals® employees look me in the eye : – [ ), and with crafting more of these extraordinarily profitable songs.
Quite a story behind this latest one. I was sunning down on Sandals®’s Beach™, taking in some recreational reads, such as (editor’s note: the following are paid endorsements) The Wealth of Nations, The Twilight Saga: The Official Illustrated Guide, The Family,a Scott Horton article in Harper’s, and the amazing Brittany Spears’ Heart to Heart, when all of a sudden everything went black. A swollen coconut had struck me on the head! I woke to the concerned Latin gibberish of Miguel (my personal Sandals® manFriday™), who was so visibly upset that I couldn’t bring myself to let him know that I had good reason to suspect that he had struck me himself. No matter. Then, as my bleeding head rest in Miguel’s trembling arms, all of a sudden, like a movement of my considerable bowels, this song emerged, virtually fully formed. Solid, but just pliable enough to permit molding and sculpting before it’s arrival here in the marketplace.