In the summer of 1979, before my senior year of high school, we were having our home remodeled, enlarging our screened-in back porch to make it a music room. I’ve always been sensitive to loud noises, especially those created by power tools, cement mixers, and other construction implements. So, as a distraction, I took up singing and accompanying myself on the piano. I’d been doing this since I was twelve, but I wasn’t serious about it until that summer.
For my birthday, I’d received Willie Nelson’s album, Stardust, on cassette. This album popularized such old standards as “Blue Skies,” “Moonlight in Vermont,” “Don’t Get Around Much Anymore,” and “September Song,” the one I’m singing for you today. So, I decided to learn some of these songs.
Once I did, my younger brother often joined me on drums. By that time, Dad had acquired a string bass, and he occasionally…
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