In 1984 I began writings songs again for a while, and wrote some
things I was rather pleased with, but only this one ever got
fully finished. It exists only in manuscript form and has only
ever been heard by me and my family, but is undoubtedly the best
I ever wrote.
This is a page from When Lydia Left the Ball, a
toungue-in-cheek ballad about a girl who deserts her debutante
ball, based on a story I heard on National Public Radio's
All Things Considered one afternoon. It struck me
as amusing that the happening was considered nationally
The song is quite long by pop song standards, consisting of an
introduction, three verses of an unprecedented forty measures
each, the second and third separated by a longish instrumental
break (partially shown), and ending with another extended break.
The style of the song is something I believe Elton John would be
well suited for, if he did other people's material. Like most of
my songs, it requires a vocal range of over two octaves.