In my salad days of the early to mid 1980s, when music was creative, diverse, and so damn danceable, I spent (at least enough of) my time hitting the "dance floor" at my Duke frat house parties, or, when I was back home, at many of the hotspots of northern New Jersey, dressed up in black leather ties, Sonny Crockett-themed sports jackets, and pointed Capezio's, or even driving through the Holland Tunnel for the best of Manhattan. I suppose I should be thankful this was many decades before cell phone cameras. Or even cell phones. Reaching back just a bit, I composed the music, wrote the lyrics, and sang on the following.

Last Friday night at a singing recital in Maplewood, NJ, I had a chance to sing "Darla Jean Fontaine" in front of a group of twenty or so other vocalists! Great night!