A lot of minds that are good at math, also have a "sweet spot" for music. And, for both good and bad, creative urges tend to not just stay where it was that they started. Anyway . . . the author(s) of this site have written some songs, and want to get them heard by some music publishers. These were written in the country (or country/western, or Nashville) genre, for a combination of reasons, which include:
1. Country songs pose an interesting challenge, to tell a complete, entire, and intact story, in 3 minutes or less, and make it rhyme;
2. The author(s) grew up in social strata that were/are closer to the blue-collar country genre, than to the urban/hip-hop/rap genre, and aren't going to even try to pretend that they can (or want to) understand and listen to rap, hip-hop, etc.; and,
3. The Nashville music industry supports more "non-performing song-writers" than any other branch of music.
So . . . the goal of this page is to create a good way to get these songs in front of some music publishers. Anyone is welcome and invited to pick out any title, below, and listen to that song, in it's entirely. And, any legit music publisher, song-plugger, or other industry professional who works in or near Nashville is invited to send an email to , if they might be interested in possibly doing something with one or more of these songs.
LET'S START WITH 3 UPBEAT TOE-TAPPERS . . .
The first one is called, "IF IT HURTS THAT MUCH, GET ON UP AND DANCE"
(possible alternate title: "THE COUNTRY ANTHEM" (sort of like "The National Anthem", except . . . well . . . it's the country anthem . . . )
Without wanting to brag, I think this song, and its message, come about as close as any song I've ever heard, to capturing the spirit of country music . . .
The second one is called, "HARD-WORKING MUSIC"
It was/is inspired by a real-life country music dance hall, north of . . . Boston, of all places . . .
The third toe-tapper is called "YOU BETTER DON'T . . ."
(subtitle - "The Doodle Song" . . . or, (not likely, but) maybe, "Cock-a-Doodle-Don't")
NEXT UP IS THREE LOVE SONGS . . .
The first one is called, "A Special Place . . . Just For Me"
(and, before you hear it, take a running guess what them dots is for . . .)
The next love song is called "Learning To Love"
(written for two daughters . . . )
The next song is called "This World Needs Every Kind of Love Song"
In some ways, it grew out of a disastrous business relationship with a gay man, many years ago, back when he was powerfully compelled to live his life "in the closet". Made me an even stronger fan of just being honest, and encouraging/allowing others to be honest, too.
An occasional thought of mine - maybe this might become the last song of the night, at gay bars, with everyone who is still there invited to join up in a nice big group-hug circle, and sing along . . .
but, I'm not actually suggesting that. So don't tell anyone I did. Just listen to the song, and decide for yourself whether you agree with it, or disagree.
NEXT UP IS THREE "BALLADS" (i.e., really sad songs . . . and, hey, once I got started,
I decided to make 'em absolutely just as sad as I could . . . and, by the way, as an engineer, I'll mention that if you've never heard of the system-cleaning process called "boiler blowdown", in a chemical processing plant, you should look into it. It's one of the best ways to keep the pipes and fluids flowing, in settings where they have to keep flowing, to prevent explosions, fires, and major damage. If you're into analogies, think of it like somebody shutting things down, once every few months, or so, and having a good cry . . . )
The first one is called, "Just One Letter."
IMO, it's an absolutely classic word-play, and turn-of-phrase, for a country song. And I just plain can NOT figure out why nobody else ever wrote this song, before it came crying to me, and told me it really, really needed my help, to let it out . . .
The next song is, "I Always Meant To Tell Her"
("and now that it's too late to let her know . . .")
The last song in this sampler is, "Go Ahead and Cry."
And, in complete seriousness -- especially if you're a guy --
please try to think about, and imagine, and see in your mind, the imagery.
I grew up near a beach. And I've seen how, on a beach -- at the interface
where two different worlds can't really seem to figure out how to deal with each other --
nothing lasts forever . . .