I got some wonderful, thoughtful gifts for my birthday (today). My loving wife even gave me a bunch of blank CDs printed to look like vinyl 45s. Very cool.

But the best songwriting gift came from that nameless place from which song ideas are released into the air to drift in and out of our subconscious. I woke up this morning with one in my head, based on a birthday card I'd received Friday.

Happy birthday to me!