A song written by Paully Bakos and myself. We cam eup with it one evening after watching a houseless man push his cart by. We were at Hermosa Beach, California.
We recorded it as a group called the Psychedelic KItchen.
A song I wrote about my favorite Western Movie HERO. Hope he can hear it before he dies. I never wanted to meet a celebrity. But I thought it would be intertesting to spend a day and talk with Clint Eastwood, I wouldn't be like a giddy fan, but I would pick his brain.