My Lawyer’s Got My Money (Song #2 of 52)
People are often curious about the songwriting process. They ask me, “Are your songs autobiographical Rog? Is this stuff true? And if so are you in therapy?”

I think for most songwriters and comedians, their writing is often a character sketch and not a literal view of their own life (Phew! I’m off the hook.) I think it’s also fair to say a songwriter’s best stuff is usually derived from something real, with real emotion behind it, something they relate to or feel strongly about at some level.

This week’s song is about lawyers. I have many attorneys in my family… which is why I am in therapy. (That’s an “inside joke.” Probably should have kept it inside.) In truth I am very proud of and greatly admire the amazing work my relatives do. Unfortunately not all lawyers are as integrous and hard working.

I got the inspiration for “My Lawyer’s Got My Money” from a friend who had a tough legal experience. Names have been omitted and details have been altered, twisted and maligned to protect the innocent. I hope you enjoy and have not had a similar experience. If you have… let me know. I love writing songs about lawyers!

For next week I’m working out a country song on guitar. I like to switch up styles a lot. My therapist says this is OK to do regardless of what my lawyer says.


Red Wine Blues (Weekly Song 1 of 52)

I don’t think any of my friends will be surprised my first weekly song of 52 (one a week for a year) is about drinking wine! You could call me a “wine aficionado.” No one else would… But you could. I’d like that!

Actually I am a true wine enthusiast. Although I’m seldom confused with Robert Parker, I have been asked to entertain and host at many wine tastings. I’ll be posting new songs about drinking wine in upcoming months as soon as they’re finished and had time to age.

Being a wine lover, I was pretty embarrassed at one wine tasting when I kept knocking over glasses full of red wine. I spilled so much the floor looked like the shower scene from Bates Motel. I stained white pants, white carpets, white couches and a white poodle. (I think the dog looks better!) I vowed to only drink white wine and wrote this song about it. Pour yourself a glass of vino, hold on tight and give a listen.