A Small Victory

In a moment that could either be described as spastic or waggish, I came up with a rather interesting contest. First, to make sure I wasn't totally off my trolley, I sent an email to my fellow rocker, Michele. She not only likes the idea but is rather enthusiastic about it. Inotherwords, it is either a bloody good idea, or she is as nuts as I am. Assuming the latter, here is my idea:

I am (as some of you know), and have been, for a few months now, putting together a band of 30-somethings to record an album (and to tour). We are looking for original stuff. I thought it might be a good for a laugh to run a "your perfect rock lyric" contest. In this we get people to suggest lyrics to a rock song they would like to hear. Of course, if my band uses any, some, or all entries we will give credit where it's duo and a share of royalties.

Deadline is Valentine's Day. Other rules are at Andrew's site.

Come on kids, let out that power ballad that you know you have inside. Pen a protest song. Write an ode to sex, drugs and rock and roll. I mean, you can't be any worse than Nickelback, right?

I will be acting as one of the judges for this contest. Andrew promises we won't act like Simon Cowell, but if any of you enter songs like this, I will publicly humiliate you.

Fame. You want to live forever.