Music & Lyrics by Douglas W Jessop

It was 2009 and I had divorced my wife of 29 years and had given everything to her to avoid having to pay alimony for the rest of my life. It was then I realized that I was free. Free to quit the practice of law which I had been trying to quit after the first six months of practice. So, I closed my corporate bankruptcy and reorganization law practice (after 25 years) in Denver, Colorado, sent my 12 employees out into the world, and after 6 months of drinking coffee and journaling, concluded, somewhat whimsically, to go to music school at the Musicians Institute in Hollywood. So a year later, I’m now in my own little turn of the century bungalow at the beginning of the Hollywood Hills; a mere two blocks from Hollywood Boulevard, the Grumman Chinese Theatre, Ripley’s Believe It or Not museum, various wax museums, tourist kitsch shops and the Hollywood Bowl. I’m 58 years old and surrounded by youngsters who can out play me. The evening I wrote the song, I had been sitting out on my little porch overlooking all of Hollywood, sipping a whiskey and thinking about my life. Particularly all the experiences I did not take along the way with the typical “woulda, coulda, shoulda” thinking and the difference between wishing, thinking and knowing. But it is late, I’ve broken up with a girlfriend, am feeling lonely and I’ve left everything behind of my old life for this fragile dream of pursuing music. And I have no idea who these mythical persons I should have taken home even were although their ghosts flit across my attention.