This Singer Songwriter Is Not Cool

I know this may tarnish my image as a world-class cool singer songwriter forever, but I’ll say it anyway…

I’ve never done drugs…not even pot.

Whew! There. I said it. I can see my subscribers fleeing to find another much cooler singer songwriter to follow. G’bye everyone. I hope you’ll come back some day. Please don’t tell anyone else what you’ve read here today.

That’s all I ask.

OK…why did I never do drugs? (for anyone who may still be here and reading) Well, I can’t take the credit. I give that to God. Thankfully I connected with Him when I was 13, and I wanted to do things and live life in a way that pleased Him. Don’t get me wrong…I didn’t succeed all the time…far from it. But during my teenage-mind-of-mush years I did pretty well. At least well enough to stay away from the substances that would have changed who I was.

After I became a professional musician and singer songwriter I had lots (and I mean lots) of opportunities to partake…especially pot and cocaine. I remember a time I was playing a very popular spot in Atlanta, Georgia. A very nice looking girl came up to me when I was on break, and said “follow me”. OK…I’m a guy, so I did. We went into another room where she pulled out her cocaine and offered me some. It felt really weird. I said “no thanks” and that I had to get back to work.

And lots of times guys would come to tell me how good they thought I was. They’d shake my hand and there’d be a doobie in it. Yeesh. If they only knew how I’d go flush it down the toilet.

Back in the 80’s these things were commonplace in the circles I played. So I wrote a song about it. If you’re an email subscriber, you’ll get my original hotel room recording mp3. This is it…