In 1997 I was asked to play piano for a terrific group called "The Singing Waiters". For two months we toured parts of Germany and Switzerland and stayed and played in some of the most beautiful hotels I've ever seen. The group sang standards, show tunes and love songs in a show full of energy, class and complex harmonies. They were really good (and I'm sure they still are!). Unfortunately I was in love, or so I thought, with the soprano of the group and discovered, rather painfully, that not everyone who sings love songs really knows what love is. The result was a sad and piney play I called "A Love Song" but which my dad told me I should rename "'Schmuck!' because no one would ever believe a man could be as stupid as you!" (God, I miss him!). He did like the music though and ten years, 15 drafts and a new name later, I think he might have liked the play a bit better as well (one can only hope).
OVERTURE
WE'RE
BACK
SOMEONE,
SOMEWHERE
YOU STAND
IN MY WAY