Author: Gregor McCole

I’ve been feeling like the song list’s been a little eclectic lately. This one might center it a little, since it’s pretty simple all-around. It’s about taking 21 days off from a relationship to break the addiction/habit/inertia.

I tried this a couple times, one well over 20 years ago. It doesn’t work. I figured out later the science actually suggests it takes 66 days (even worse, the standard deviation is high—by person, it can range from 18 days to 250+). “66 Days to Kick This Habit” didn’t have quite the same ring to it, even with the right number of syllables. So a magical 21 it is.

We took off “Unjustified” this week.

As always, thanks for the support.

This was one of the first 10 that were posted four and half years ago, and it definitely had one of the better responses. I didn’t comment on what this song was about at the time, and I’ll stick to that this time, but… it’s inspiration isn’t quite what it seems.

I think this one came out as one of the better songs overall.

We took off “So Much To Love” this week. Thanks for listening.

I feel like I should say something this week because there’s no question that Petty was one of my top 5 influences. You can hear it in my vocals, you can see it in the structure of bridges in my songs—I see it all over the place. I adored his first five albums from start to finish (yes, even Long After Dark). The early-era Petty—feisty, fighting for his existence—was glorious.

In his last interview, he talked about being an artist. “It was about something much greater. It was about moving people…I really believed in rock-n-roll. I believed in it in its purest sense, its purest form.”

I hope some of the spirit of that quote comes through here on this site. I can safely say this site doesn’t exist without that man.

We’re about to move into a new year, which means we’ve hit the one year anniversary of what we deem the official “launch” of the site. We’ve posted 37 songs so far, and there are a lot more to go (headed to 150+, I hope). For those that are sticking with it, I really appreciate the support, and I hope you’re enjoying the songs.

As an FYI, this is the sparkline of traffic for the last year, relying almost solely on word of mouth:

 

 

Considering that someone only needs to come to the site once every 20 weeks…I think we’re holding our own. If we could add about two orders of magnitude to the underlying numbers, we might have something.

Seriously, though…thanks again. This site has been ridiculously healthy for everyone involved.

On my continued tour of places I haven’t been to…I was in Fargo, North Dakota for a night (I saw the wood chipper!). Richard Marx was playing the Fargo theatre two blocks away, and I wound up on an elevator with him at the hotel. I didn’t even know he was in town—I never looked at the concert line-up.

As I was headed to the lobby bar that night, I realized I left my iPad upstairs in my hotel room. So, I was out in the lobby, turned back around, and then went to get on an elevator to go back up. At the same time, Richard and another man with him were in the lobby dealing with fans, and then they went to the elevator as well. They got on first, and I walked on without needing to stop, right in stride. But…to them…it probably looked like I saw him, turned around, and chased him.

It was just the three of us. About half way up, I realized I had one last “gregorsongs.com” business card in my wallet (I’m out of stock). Should I give it to him? I already look like a stalker. This probably won’t go well.

I stepped out on the 9th floor with them, which was not my floor (and not his floor, as they were doing the get-out-and-then-get-another-elevator-to-go-to-the-actual-room routine). I gave him a card. He was polite. But…clearly…this has happened before.

What Richard was thinking: “I knew we shouldn’t stay in the only three star+ hotel in downtown Fargo. This is what we get. Everyone knows where I’d have to stay. This guy lives here and he’s been waiting for this moment for months. This sucks.”

What I was thinking: “I just handed my card to a guy that’s sold 30M records, and is known in the industry as a songwriting guru. Did I just lose control of my stuff?” Sure I have copyright control of these things…but you can change lyrics and chords. Who knows what it triggers.

My hunch is….the card was tossed before he got to his actual floor. But…I regret it. I should’ve left him alone.