Happy Birthday to an Old Friend

I am working diligently on revising my novel, The Vase, so as to resubmit it for publication, this time with an independent press. I am confident that once my latest revisions are done, it will be worthy, once again, for publication. But as I paused to consider this day, I remembered that this day, March 28th, is the birthday of an old friend. A friend I had lost contact with long ago. Actually, it's the childhood friend I had when we used to play the Black Sabbath songs. I had posted once that I would play the Black Sabbath songs on the piano, and he would sing the lyrics. No, he wasn't a singer. What he was, was a drummer. But he sang the songs in tune, and hit every note. Those were enjoyable times for me. Because, at the time, Black Sabbath was my favorite rock band. Flash forward years later, to now: I have written my own music, and as I had posted before, it was when I remembered that this childhood friend was singing the Sabbath songs well enough, even though he wasn't a singer, that I too could sing songs, especially when those songs were my own songs that I had written! So hats off to this old friend, because it was those memories that convinced me that I could sing my own songs which I do now, and you and anyone else can listen to one or all of them by clicking on any of the links to the right of this post that feature the 14 albums of original songs I have written over the years. And yes, I plan on dropping my fifteenth album this coming summer.