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Sunday, September 26, 2004


Why does it seem that inspiration usually seems to hit me at inconvenient times? Like on the first night of a 3 day Yontif?
I figure, if I can remember it long enough to write it out after Yontif, then it's a good song. If not, it's best left forgotten. I wrote Shalom Aleichem on the way to a friend's house one Friday night. And my wife reminds me that I wrote the reggae tune Baruch Hashem, which was later recorded by Shlock Rock, on the first night of Yontif.
Then there was this.
Some things are better than others, I guess.

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