Still Crazy @ 66

After I read Why people over the age of 55 are the new problem generation: Baby-boomers are keeping their bad habits into retirement in The Economist in early January, I was reminded that I had a song I had started working on a few years ago called “Still Crazy at Sixty!” Keep in mind that 55-year-olds are the end of the Baby Boom. People aged 66 and 67 are the peak of the Baby Boom.

“Still Crazy at Sixty!” was inspired by Ron Blood, bass player extraordinaire, who suggested that I should write a song about still being crazy at 60. I wrote the lyrics based on me, Joel, and Ron growing up in New Mexico and our various adventures through our youth and adult lives. I didn’t like how the song came out in 2019 and never published it. I messed with it three years later when we turned 63, but still didn’t like how the song turned out. With the inspiration of being part of the new “Problem Generation”, I pulled out the song again, updated the lyrics, but I was frustrated again, still stuck creating another sorry tune, so I had AI help me with the melody and the music. A fresh perspective from an artificial brain made all the difference.

Cranes @ dusk

Cats, Jake, Nails

Spunk catnapping in pink

Gwendolyn feeling like she’s being watched

Jake: “Hey, stupid, pathetic paparazzo! You’re keeping her from scratching me behind the ears with those lovely, long, golden nails!”

Paparazzo: “Spunk! Look here. Look at the camera, Spunk! Look at me already!”

Spunk: “Can’t you see I’m looking at the Birdie! Don’t pathetic paprazzos tell people, ‘Look at the Birdie! Look at the Birdie!‘ Well, which one is it? Look at your old ugly face and your stupid camera or the beautiful Birdie perched on your finger?”

Caturday In The Dark

Dawn

Caturday in the dark
No sun, its warmth short in supply
Caturday in the dark
We were longing for some heat like July
Kitties freezing, we were sneezing
Jake was feeling all right
Romping in the cold

Cloudy and dark all day

Spunk was so warm and comfy, he didn’t change positions after I changed his calming collar. Genda watched from behind.

Gwendolyn and Loki

Glenda upstairs. Gwendolyn downstairs. Loki in the middle.

Silver and Spunk socked in by the weather

At sunset, we got some color despite the cloud cover.