Here’s a song I wrote when I was a young lad, a mere boy, just learning to play the guitar. It has an interesting chord progression, and I wonder how it was I chanced upon it. Because I didn’t know so many chords back then. And still don’t. Woody Guthrie kind of boasted that he barely uses more than a few chords: the bare beauty of folk music. But most any jazz or classical musician will tell you that it’s good to know a lot of chords. My opinion is that the more you know, the better. Anyhoo, I happened to remember this song the other day, and recorded it with two tracks, but no train.
The lyric reeks of optimism, something which, praise the Lord, I’ve lost as I’ve gotten older:
Gonna kiss goodbye to these blues we been countin’
Gonna make it one day
To the top of the mountain