Dr. Rev. Frederick Speakman III

When it comes to singers, there are simple entertainers...and then, there are stylists. When I say 'stylist', Ray Charles comes to mind. Stevie Wonder too. Aretha Franklin...Pheobe Snow...and of course, EDDIE MONEY (aka Edward Joseph Mahoney). One of the best. I'd say hands down, this guy has influenced more musicians in Seattle than Ann Wilson or Mark Arm. Am I right? C'mon...fess up to it! You love Eddie Money just as much as the rest of us...and he's making another...

One thing that I like about human beings is that we all have our little quirks that shape the way that we see ourselves or how others see us. I guess blogs tell the story if we choose to be showoffs. It is up to us whether or not we want to carry the full vision or possible facade of our quirks over to our friends, relatives and people at large. I call it creativity or a cry for help, if you will. Why do I get on stage? Why do I write blogs? Who made up that stupid space-age word...

<CHORUS> "Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more" ***NOW, I WOULD SAY THAT THE FICTIONAL SUBJECT OF THIS SONG WAS HANGING OUT AT HIS PARENT'S HOUSE IN CHAMPAIGN ILLINOIS, WHICH ALSO SERVED AS A PRACTICE SPACE FOR HIS BAND, WHICH WE SHALL CALL "THE WAYWARD SONS"...AND HE WAS READING A COPY OF THE BRITISH PUBLICATION 'NEW MUSIC EXPRESS', WHICH TOLD HIM OF A NEW LAND OF...