It's Just Another Magic Monday

Living life in the moment--Doing that better.

That is my main goal right now.

It is staying out of head about my future past.

Just bringing the best to the moment.

Living in my heart and soul. Letting go of control.

So many times in life I have sat out and watched on the sidelines…

Due to an issue with social anxiety.

Anxiety that has paralyzed me at times…or turning my head on my shoulders into a shower head instead.

So many social situations I truly dread.

I feel safest amongst my longtime friend crew.

But something I witnessed a couple months ago woke me up from my anxious state…

Life sometimes cannot simply wait.

I was outside at a restaurant table stting with my pup, Bowie on a warm Labor Day evening.

My wife, Brooke, and mother-in-law, Roz, were inside the restaurant ordering.

I claimed a table outside where we could all sit.

I looked towards the restaurant and saw a late 20 something old man catch eyes with my pup.

He was dressed surprisingly warm and formal for such a sunny day.

He was all smiles and and as he got near, he asked if I “would mind.”

“Would mind” in this case meant that he was asking to play with my pup for a moment.

I granted that wish completely while affirming - “Yes, of course, he’s (Bowie) only love.”

As the man took me up on this invitation and I let him have and hold Bowie…it looked more like he was reuniting with his long lost puppy from childhood whom had died and gone to doggy heaven …not just a li’l petting and “good boy.” Bowie responded with kisses to him and went all in.

The man’s smiled beamed…he was loaded with light it seemed….and I felt like I was witnessing something special for which I couldn’t put my finger on…

But when the man put his hand on my shoulder to thank me for that moment…I felt a surge of energy penetrate my being.

It wasn’t normal. At all.

A moment later he was at another table as Brooke and Roz sauntered to our table post order.

I explained a bit what happened from the man who said Hi to Bowie…as he smiled and waved from another table…I almost felt some shame.

I never asked for his name…and a moment later he was gone…he never got an order of food…just a special dude….

The man was truly living freely…making the most of the moment and the amazing life force of energy that he was tapping into and giving me

Shall forever remain a part of me…and I hope now with you, the reader, too.

Messages I hear as I finish what I write:

Life Life Now.

Don’t Wait.

Don’t Wait

Don’t Wait.

Cheers

-T

They say that teaching can perhaps be an even greater learning experience for the teacher.  Of course, my goal as a teacher isn't quite that ;-).   First I am going to share about my guitar/music teaching background and secondly, I’ll share a story of synchronicity that I experienced with my student, Charlotte from back in 2006. Lastly, I am giving a shout out to my favorite teachers.

About Teaching Guitar and Music and its Gifts

  Well, after about 20 years of teaching guitar--which started from one inspired mom insisting that I teach her child guitar-- I gotta say that I have benefited immensely.  I am definitely always learning from my students. I've been blessed with a wonderful community of students/parents/families who share a common love of music. I have never paid for an advertisement to attract students- they just started lining up and happen via word-of-mouth due to happy moms and dads spreading the word= the best of ways. Simply said, meshing my worlds of music and teaching have treated me wonderfully.

  I have taught over 150 students privately and helped hundreds of students write their first songs.  I have prepared many students for that dreamy yet nerve-wracking task of performing the big end of the year school “Talent Show” and hosted/produced a number of music showcases for my students.  I have held band camps, songwriting camps and been the music director for a Hollywood summer break camp.  

 It’s a pleasure to be part of something where I can help facilitate someone's development of their skills and creativity and being able to nurture/instill confidence/brevity is definitely something I don’t take lightly. Once while I was in 4th grade, during my little league football experience, my coach never put me in for even one play in one particular game. I felt awful/forgotten/unimportant/passed over. I was a combination of sad and pissed off.  I mean after all It’s freaking little league football-- we’re just kids.  He did call me to apologize-- so at least he owned it...but that didn’t change how I felt about him and I let it get to me-- how could I not, I was only 10.  Coaches/parents/teachers who don’t keep things fun or in perspective lose me.  I feel compelled to lead with joy and believe in our students/players.  I guess, in a way, that I am grateful for that coach showing me “how not to be”; as a result I am a better teacher for it. 

 I didn’t have a guitar when I was a child, but loved listening to music for hours. I was very rhythmic and musical-- could sing hundreds of songs by heart and could be seen lip syncing and performing as Mick Jagger, Isaac Hayes or The Rascals as a kid--and played my first talent show as a senior in high school. I performed the school song on my hands. (A year or so previously, I had seen a man perform a song on The Tonight Show and laughed hard...I got inspired--   I had it in my mind that I could do that too...it just took some practice...but I got it down.) I played songs on my hands for my friends and had them laughing...so I mustered up enough courage to go in for the Talent Show.  I was a bit shy/nerdy as a high schooler...so this move was me stepping up and stepping out. I was a bit afraid...so I wore dark glasses and couldn’t really see the audience.  It just felt like me alone on the stage and it somehow felt natural, was fun and such a rush...and boom -  I had people laughing.  

I wanted to find more ways to play music and entertain-- so that will of force drew me forward to getting my first bass guitar 8 months after the Talent Show... and I started playing in a band with my high school mates less than 2 years later in 1990...and I am not going to go thru my last 31 years ...which leads me to here and now in 2021:  Therefore I teach kids that they are the ultimate instrument.  They just need to put in the time and energy and let it play out through their chosen musical instrument.  I align with the students inspiration to help light the way...and to ensure that our time together is always joyful, feels safe and cultivate a place for growth. It is awesome to see someone learning right in front of your eyes...or in between sessions.  It is sweet to hear the stories of the student ‘showing off’ in front of friends, and having that first break-thru moment of carrying their guitar up the stairs to take it into the bedroom and spend more time with their sacred instrument.  I just now got a clip from a mother sending me a video of her son practicing his electric guitar before school.  

I have had the great pleasure of watching young students grow into talented kind cool adults (and musicians) and having worked in the homes of some families upwards to 10 years…which leads me to the next part of the blog.

An fun experience with one of my first long-time students, Charlotte.

     Just Like Heaven - Charlotte

Let me share with you a story from one of my first special students.  The synchronicity I’ve experienced with her leads me to believe yet even further that there is one gentle spirit that goes through us all and confirms that we connect in ways that are powerful and awesome.

On a Saturday that I was driving over to my student’s(Charlotte) house, I was having a conversation in my head.  I thought about how I was going to Barcelona, Spain to see my brother in a few weeks.  I then spoke aloud by myself pronouncing the word “Barcelona" as most Spaniards do:  

Barr-tha-loh-nah.  Just as I was doing so and driving 40mph while heading east on Los Feliz Blvd, my minds eye caught the facing of an apartment complex on the north side of the road that read:  Barcelona.  Bam!

After I arrived at Charlotte’s, I started tuning my guitar when the then 13 year-old student rocker walked in. She is a huge fan of music. She usually loves learning classic rock songs by bands such as The Beatles, The ‘Stones, The Who, and of course, Led Zeppelin.  Always wanting to learn something new, I asked her what she wanted to learn on this particular Saturday.

So, when she asked:  Do you know the song “Just Like Heaven?” I experienced bit of awe and wonder…laughed...and I knew that I had to tell her how much I was experiencing that song over the course of the last couple of weeks…and also told my recent “Barcelona” experience.

Two weeks previously, I co-hosted a party at my band’s downtown studio/loft for my friend, Spence.  As a few of us were setting up, the song “Just Like Heaven” by The Cure came on in the Itunes random play list.  I then thought about how genius of a pop song it is.  I have loved this song since I first heard it back in 1987.  The song still sounds great today…not dated and is full of sexy poetry and tasty guitar hooks.  So, I stopped doing the “set-up” and picked up a guitar.  I learned the chords and lead-guitar bit to the song.  What a great song!

A couple days later, I turned on my Itunes to start my day.  I love getting in the groove of a day by listening to my favorite tunes.  I smiled as “Just Like Heaven” randomly came on first to start my day.  Again, I remembered how genius it was.  Sweet!  I then went out and experienced a nice day, which ended with me driving home from my band’s studio in which I cleaned up the loft from that party. The last song that I heard in my car before parking was, you guessed it:  “Just Like Heaven.”  

Which then lead up to Charlotte wanting to play that song…because she heard it in a movie of the same title.  Of course, I knew how to play that song...Just Like Heaven- message received.

Just Like Heaven video

              Teaching Hall of Fame

I also would like to give a shout out to the teachers and coaches who made learning and playing fun.  The passion and care from these individuals took to learning to a place a cut above the others. I learned a lot from these people and they’ve inspired me when I have been called to lead.

3rd grade teacher- Anita Arndt

4th grade teacher- Dean Mollerud

6th Grade teachers- Tim Marsten & Ralph Fiskness 

7th Grade Math- Tom Trautman

8th Grade History- Ivan Camrud

9th Grade Basketball- Flint Motschenbacher

10th Grade English- Sid Korpi

10th Grade Geometry- Tom Berger 

11th & 12th Grade English- Linda Wallenberg

12th Grade Government- Steve Cwodzinski

12th Grade Economics- Mark Ritter

College Baseball Coach Dean Bowyer

I am going to remind you why I started these blogs to begin with...to point out that as a child I would point to lights and say “See.”  “See” was my first word.  This is directly such a story.

As a child my mother came to my room each night to pray with me and my brother, Brett.  Brett and I shared the same bedroom. We slept in twin beds. While my Pops was a traveling salesman and quite often away all week, my mom would prepare us for bedtime, turn out the lights, kneel down in the space between our beds and we would say the Lord’s Prayer.  If there was a special prayer request, she would include that as well.

Looking back at it now, it is a beautiful memory.  My heart is warmed at having shared time with my mother and brother in such an intimate, loving way.  Mom helped usher in the direct connection to God/Life/Spirit.

Also at that time, I would see shadowy figures standing around my bed. 

Yes, you read that correctly. 

They were different colors...and most easy to see when the lights were off. They almost looked like cartoon characters except for the fact that they appeared life size.  I couldn’t make out any facial characteristics.  They were just more of a shadow/shade thing that you could see through.  There actually was a real comfort in having them around during that time.  I never felt scared.  I do not remember how old I was when I stopped seeing them…maybe i was 5 or 6?...or probably shortly after I remember telling my mom that I saw such things as she was sure I wasn’t seeing anything.  She tells me now that she doesn’t remember this stuff at all.  i do-- I can close my eyes to this day and still remember what that bedroom and the shadowy figures looked like.

October 2002

After a traumatic weekend in Austin, TX that involved the closing of a relationship, the memory of the shadowy figures re-entered my mind.  I told a couple trusted friends about it.  They believed me and had heard similar stories, in fact.  My friend, Gigi, went on about how her child/son recalls details from his previous life...saying things and words that a child couldn’t possibly know.

I thought I was alone in sharing the expression that I had seen spirits.  I thought only “crazy” people see them!  But, I shared my memory anyway.  I had a feeling I needed to step into this truth and share it. (Btw- also in 2002 when I was staying at my ex-gf’s grandmother’s home in Galveston, I took pictures around her Historically protected home and although I didn’t realize it at the time that I was snapping pix, I did indeed capture a picture of a ghost-- you make out the details of an older woman! I have to find that picture!!)

After returning to LA a couple days later, I was asked to watch a 4th grade class for a half-hour while the homeroom teacher tended to another need.  She asked me to read a story, but could not find the book that she had wanted me to read.  So instead she had me read a story called,  “The Uninvited Guests.”  I was amazed as I read aloud to the class to find out that this “fictional” story was about a family that had moved to a house where ghosts lived.  The parents could not see the ghosts- only the children could see them!!!!!!

I told my truth and I felt validated.  My spirit was heard!   The timing of reading that story was perfect!!

Present Time

In keeping my interest of such stories and the wonderment of what happens to our spirit after we pass, I have read some books-- Brian Weiss’s “Many Lives Many Masters” -- which by the way I had actually attended his workshop in Austin, Texas that same weekend I was experiencing my break up and shared my shadow story with friends, Gigi and Josh...and most recently this past year my Pops gifted me books “Reality Unveiled” by Ziad Masri and “Journey of Souls-Case Studies of Life Between Lives” by Michael Newton. 

A week ago Saturday night, I felt exhausted and just wanted to sit back and watch some fun and silly movie before I faded to sleep...and had planned to watch Wayne’s World 2 as the movie just happened to illuminate itself from others -  I couldn’t even recall anything about the movie, so it would probably feel like the firs time watching it.  But before I watched it, I had a little ding hit me-- I felt inspired to read from Michael Newton’s book...so I picked it up off my nightstand and went thru the table of contents...leading me to wish to read the chapter on “Guides.”  

After I read a little bit and felt the gift of inspiration, I was now finally comfortable enough to allow myself to sit back and enjoy being entertained= I finally then felt it was now time to start watching Wayne’s World 2...and to my amazement and wonder, the movie pretty much started out with Wayne having a dream that he has a Native American Guide who connected him to Jim Morrison and on a mission...leading him to go on a faith-filled lark-- ultimately connecting to someone who had been guided by the same Native American Guide. Whoah!

It definitely now seems on this quiet Saturday night of relaxation and rest that I had again been led by a Guide to experience such a connection.  

I also had a flood of memories of those magical times I had been led in the past-- in previously posted stories.  To name a few:  I recalled having a dream in 2006 after a 13 year old girl I used to teach had died due to drowning while having an epileptic seizure while bathing alone-- in my dream she visited me in my bed to say she was fine.  I recalled my time being led to the Eden Prairie mall to run into a girl I used to date.  I recalled being connected with my ex-gf Lynn when she had lost her phone, but somehow happened to walk into the same place at the same time in a way that could never happen on a daily basis. Around 2007 I recall teaching my student, Charlie, the James Bond theme on guitar and being in such a flow I said now expect that your’e going to have a connection with James Bond-- and wallah-- I went downstairs to talk to Charlie’s mom...and she had a friend over who told a ghost story (out of the blue)-- one of which he mentioned he had visited an Irish castle that has a ghost-and he even added that he was there with the guy who played Q in James Bond movies(again w/ no knowledge of my having taught that song during my lesson)-- and many more stories= All feel Divinely guided.  

Last Monday (a couple days later) I woke up to the horrific news that a couple of old high school classmates (technically one was my year and the other was a year younger) had passed away unexpectedly.  Shocking and So so so sad.

It led me to picking up my Reality Unveiled and Journey of Souls books of my night stand at the same time...but I had to pick just one to read, obviously...and I settled on Reality Unveiled-- and just opening a random page.  I had a bit of trepidation to read that one at that moment, actually...as I heard my mind argue to just keep with the Journey of Souls per its magic last time.

But...as it turned out, I was correct...as the random page I opened to actually wrote specifically from the Journey of Souls book!  

It mentioned how when people die their spirits linger for a time on earth before going to a heaven place (no matter what their religion or beliefs, btw)..and that spirits are different shades of colors depending upon their vibrational frequency/energy.  Wow.  Dr. James Newton has scientific proof of such stuff having taped interviews with thousands of patients describing their in-between-time before re-incarnation.  

In a world where it seems that information/media/religion are being used for exploitation and selfish gain via misinformation, we can rarely trust what we see in front of us-- its even more clear that we need to carve quiet time-- to go inside/connect with our spirit and our guides...trust our heart and our truth...and know that without a doubt I have been shown so many ways that we are not alone in this life.  Ever.  We are always in the company of guides...and they help us in ways we might not even know.  

Its time to trust and remember this magic...more than ever.  

Thank you for reading this...I hope this helps you find peace, comfort, inspiration and trust in this world.

i wish you peace and magic.

Love, Todd  

My Mom helped me through a situation once by offering me graceful wisdom that states:  When something bad happens, it might be something good!

I cannot remember what it was in my life that had her bring that out, but I remember her story.  My parents were getting ready to sell their house, when, at the last second, the buyers pulled out-- How frustrating that was!  Fortunately for my parents, they sold the house a couple weeks later…for more money!!

This story is not that story.  But it shows how grace might travel.

July 1986.  I was 16.  I had, in fact, only had my driver’s license for two weeks. My dad was flying from Minneapolis to Tulsa, Oklahoma for a job interview. While at the airport, my dad realized that he had forgotten his resume.  Oops! He called me on a payphone and instructed me to drive carefully and cautiously thru the rough rush hour traffic to deliver his resume.  He would take a chance that I might not make it on time rather than have me risk an accident on his account.

Well, I braved the traffic, and wouldn’t you know it, about half way to the airport a jam up happened causing many cars in my lane to slam on the brakes.  I stopped in time. The brand new Mitsubishi behind me, taking its first drive home from the dealership did not--  It slammed into my rear bumper.  Fortunately we were both uninjured and my car suffered minimal damage.  I felt so bad for the other guy. His front end was pretty smashed up.

I got back in my car after getting all the pertinent information from the other gentleman.  I turned on the radio.   The local radio station was debuting a song by a local band called Limited Warranty.  The name of the song:  “Hit You” which features the chorus line, “Don’t you know who hit you from behind.” Whoah...what a time to hear such an introduction of the premiere play of that song!  (LW was huge in Minneapolis at that time -- having won on Star Search the year before and got a record deal.)

Fast forward from July 1986 to Sept. 2000.

I was relatively new to LA, having just moved from Minneapolis in July 1999 when I went to see Neale Donald Walsch speak at LA Convention Center. Neale is most known for his “Conversations With God” series of books.  I had not read his books, but went on pure instinct and interest.

In the midst of Neale speaking, he told a story: While doing a radio interview in Minneapolis recently, a gentleman had approached him about a musical idea that he had composed.  The musician had meshed the Conversations With God series on tapes narrations by Ed Asner and Ellen Burstyn with meditative and uplifting music.  Neale then shared the music with the Convention Center crowd. I enjoyed it and silently sat and wondered if I knew the Minneapolis musician, of course.

A couple months later, I was at my friend Michael Wandmacher’s future In-laws for Thanksgiving.  I instinctively asked about his old boss, Jerry Brunskill.  Now, let me tell you something, I never ever had asked about Jerry before-- I was just making conversation...it just happened to ‘hit me” to ask. ;-)

The thought turned to be divine- Michael’s first words were:  “He had an interesting thing happen.  Do you know the book Conversations With…”

That is all he had to say.  I knew it was Jerry.  I told Michael that I had heard his stuff while I saw Neale speak.  I had sat next to the beautiful Michelle Pfeiffer at Neale’s talk and I told Michael that.  Michael replied, “You should tell Jerry that she heard his music.  He would get a kick out of that.”  So, I introduced myself to Jerry via email, and he did get a kick out of that!

Jerry moved to LA a year later.  We are good buds and Jer is definitely in my “Superfriend Hall of Fame” for many good reasons and having being there for me in ways for which I am eternally grateful.

Of course you might find it interesting to know that Jerry was the drummer in Limited Warranty and a co-writer of “Hit You.” I think now back to that July 1986 day--one that could be remembered as a bad thing...but somehow it turned into the miraculous...you never know when the divine will show up or how it will bring people together.  I’m still blown away by this.   And for the record I did make it on time to the airport that day...and my dad thankfully never took that job in Tulsa...we stayed in Minneapolis and my music career is grateful for it! Ain’t life magical?!

Pics below (Recording at Jerry’s studio in 2008...and at Jerry’s home in 2013).

Click to watch and here: Limited Warranty’s video of Hit You.  

One of my favorite songs from the beginning of my life that has been special to me has been Chicago’s song Beginnings.  That song provided the backdrop to many memories of my family driving to our relatives or lake spots during our Minnesota summers.  I thought about it this past Sunday when I was playing guitar with my friend, Bill, in his backyard... and we played the opening two chords.  Its been years-- perhaps decades--  since I’ve actually heard that song from 1969 on the radio-- but, low and behold, after I stopped at Trader Joes on my way home from Bill’s, I dialed in the radio to 88.5FM and there it was...

It is my hope today that it is a sign of new beginnings...we can do better than the past 4 years of insanity/bullying/lying/meanness which was escalated in our world  mainly due to  one man...and a few enablers.  

#chicago #beginnings #synchronicity 

The spirit appears and works in mysterious ways.  Last Tuesday, I revisited my collection of writings to find something I had written in November of 2006 and had posted to my MySpace account.

I found a list of 20 things that I written about, made some slight edits and added another item to the list!

See if you can detect what song was the subject of 19-21.

Read below to find out!

Connecting thru music!

More musical gifts Current mood:  awake

I can’t sleep…I feel like a detective possessed by solving a mystery…kind of like they do in the movies…the person has no real home life, they just have to solve the mystery.  Ever since the Rick Allen incident, I have been followed by Def Leppard music. Lately it has turned itself up a notch…the songs come flying at me instantly. Check out these recent events involving Def Leppard and a few companions…I will type this up in a chronological form.

1) Oct 9th, 2006.  While  I was driving back home to LA from El Capitan Canyon, north of Santa Barbara, I pondered on a Jack FM concert that I saw in August.  Before that concert, I had told my brother that I would only go if I could go as a VIP.  Well...that never happened...until the actual day of the show my good buddy Jason had an extra couple of tickets--  he won VIP tickets.  It featured Def Leppard as the headliner.  I thought about that band a bit on my drive.  As I was driving I had to pull over to go to the can at a gas station near Calabassas…and somehow met the Def Leppard drummer, Rick Allen (i wrote a song called “Whistle on the Pot” inspired by the story.  Long story short– we were in line for the bathroom…however he didn’t even end up going to the bathroom– so it seems he was there just because I thought of him– it was very surreal.)

2) I started hearing Def Leppard songs everywhere…I wish I had written them down…but you’ll see how they showed up in November.

3) Fast Forward to Friday, Nov 3. I had a date that night…on my drive to her place, my choice of car music was the U2 album “Unforgettable Fire.”

4) Saturday, Nov 4. Oops…I find out I left a mark on my date’s neck.  It was embarrassing, frankly.

5) Sunday, Nov 5. The very next morning while walking in Trader Joe’s I heard “Love Bites” by Def Leppard– Laughed out loud…now that is funny!

6) Monday, Nov 6. My radio alarm clock wakes me up to “Foolin’” by Def Leppard.  True! Not foolin ya!

7) Just before bed time, I sent an email to that same woman I am dating w/ the song “Sugar” in it by Dan Wilson and express that it was beautiful when she mentioned the word “Surrender” to me a few weeks previously.

8) Tuesday, Nov 7. The next morning, I woke to a song called “Bad” by U2 from their “Unforgettable Fire” record... just before Bono sings the line “Surrender.” Amazing...

9) Later that evening, I entered my studio w/ my Itunes on random playing the song, “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard…thousands of songs and it happened to be a DL song w/ the word “Sugar” in it.  Wowza...

10) Wed, Nov 8. My date called to say she heard a song at yoga class and wanted to know what it was…she sang a few lyrics, I knew it to be “Landslide” by Stevie Nicks/Lindsey Buckingham. I told her that Lindsey Buckingham is actually playing The Wiltern Theater and that I would mail her an mp3 of “Landslide.” I found “Landslide” on “The Dance” album of Fleetwood Mac. Also on it, an amazing version of Lindsey playing and singing “Big Love” acoustically and forwarded that song as well.

11) Thurs, Nov 9. I taught the song “Blackbird"  to a guitar student. Later, I did an IM (Instant Message) with a friend who just happened to be emailing with the songwriter, Paul McCartney, at that moment.

12) I visited my friend’s place and told him that I am reading the book "Living, Loving, and Learning” by Leo Bascaglia…he then pointed to a bunch of furniture in his home that used to belong to Leo.

13) I made arrangements to attend the Lindsey Buckingham concert…which I gracefully got to attend for free.

14) Friday, Nov 10. I attended the LB show…walked into it late…but perfectly about 10 minutes before LB plays “Big Love.” He performed it intensely and the crowd erupted…I sat and then stood in wonder.

15) Sat, Nov 11. Upon returning home from the health club in my car, I listened to a radio station that was going to play a song by a band called Wired All Wrong…I turned the station because I thought that the name choice is not very ultimate (My band, The Lift, had a song called Wired- -which is about being connected to peeps) and turned it to a station that happened to be playing “You Can Go Your Own Way” by Fleetwood Mac, sung by Lindsey Buckingham…and performed by him the night before…now that was the station for me! The next song, “Pour Some Sugar On Me.” Okay…I am starting to go thru the roof with this…thankfully, I was driving my bro’s convertible!

16) Sun, Nov 12. I told a few friends all these stories…including my bud, Braden.

17) Mon, Nov 13. I got in my car to go teach elementary schooI and  turned on the radio to find a re-broadcast of the in-studio appearance w/ Lindsey Buckingham– within a minute he is playing “Big Love” live…I called Braden to tell him…he happened to be listening to “Landslide” at the time. HOLY FREEKIN $#*t!!!

18) I emailed a few peeps about #17- including my brother, Brett.

19) While emailing my brother during a school break, a student came back into class during recess..and mentioned that her “uncle” had written and recorded a popular movie soundtrack song from the mid 80’s– I told her that I happened to know him and that his wife was my modeling agent.

20) Ten minutes later, I called my brother to get his reaction from 1-18…he then said, “I don’t know what to think about it, though I did hear a song twice today, and I had not heard that song in years.” That song happened to be the song in #19.  He had no idea of #19 when I called him...

Speechless.

One of my fave basslines...and love the song. Classic!