13 MONTHS

Songs are incredibly personal; as it is for the
songwriter, so it is for the listener. They mean
something to me. More importantly, though, I would rather they mean something to you.
John Lennon was amused about all that people
read into his songs, when in reality, to him, they were about none of that. While I understand his amusement, I also appreciate the intimate nature of a song’s interpretation. As much as possible, I don’t wish to tell you what these songs are about. That is for you to decide.
Nonetheless, I’d like to share with you this journey
of mine.

13 MONTHS

I wrote this during the cold, gray skies of February. I had gotten a call from an old friend who was unhappy; not all that unusual at this time of the year I guess. She said it wasn’t that; she confided that she had been unhappy for thirteen months. I don’t know what it was. Perhaps it was just me, but I felt her emptiness, and possibly the void that mayhave been in me too. Sure, our lives
were full of obligations to those we had put in them, and maybe in a different life, a different time, a different…well, everything really… there could have been something. Yet, here we were,
talking. My own voice echoed in my head the words that I could never say. Instead, I wrote this song. I called her back and played it for her. She cried. It is to her that I dedicate this song...