This track sounds to me like I'm playing guitar for the Bangles and I can hear them talking to me with it.  It is by an All-Girl Band but I didn't really notice until after my guitar started to sound like Susanna's and I seriously started to dread what was happening.  You could say that in the Eighties I used to be down and out and remember having no money or thanks from anyone for playing music even though I thought I deserved to be called Professional.  [By the way, one of my girlfriends had green glowing eyes and a man at the gym told me she probably was Lucifer.  She must have taken my soul and the rest of me to Hell with her, so to speak]   The Bangles gave me one of their Gold Cassettes that said,  "For Promotional Use Only" on it, and I  remember thinking, "Wow!" a Gold Record like the one Charlie Manson got from the Beach Boys.  

Girl Rock

SEPTEMBER GURLS 85-10

sEPteMbEr GuRLs 85-10

Myself singing, playing guitar and playing bass on a Fred Neil song from 1966 that was recorded and popularized successfully by Harry Nilsson.

Van Hailin'

EVERYBODY'S TALKIN' 66-15

EveYbodY's TalkIN' 66-15

Bass, singing and guitar by Michael William Andersen along with pre-existing music by Cat Stevens.

2013

WilD WorlD 70​-​14

WilD WorlD 70 - 14

Michael William Andersen with Procol Harum.

Rock Is Dead

a WhiTEr ShaDE of pAle 67-10

Michael William Andersen and the Beach Boys.

Surf Up

cAtCh a WaVe 63-10

Guitar by Michael William Andersen mixed with preexisting, recorded accompaniment by Elvis Presley.  It is from the album Reddy For The Country, track released October 13, 2014 

CREDITS FOR THE ACCOMPANIMENT: 
Writers: Eddie Rabbitt & Dick Heard 
Producer: Chips Moman 
Certification: Gold (RIAA)

Ready For The Country

kENtUcky RaIN 70​-​10

kENtUcky RaIN 70-10

Guitar by Michael William Andersen that was mixed by him with preexisting, recorded accompaniment by The Beach Boys.  It is from Surf Up, track released March 15, 2018 

CREDITS FOR THE ACCOMPANIMENT: 
Songwriters:  Brian Wilson / Mike Love 
Producer:  Brian Wilson

you're so GooD to ME 65​-​18

You'rE So GooD To ME 65 - 18

My first home ['57-'62] was at 25 Claremont Ave New York, NY 10027-6813 (1.2 miles from the Apollo Theater in Harlem).  My father and stepmother were both in the legal profession and neither was any good at music or athletics. I recently found that I had an Olympic gold medal in swimming. I found some [easy] speed pills in my home when I was teenage, that I couldn't get enough of, and that made the swim workouts effortless. I had a gold medal in the house and queried Mark Spitz, who told me it was the real item. In 1995,  Nancy Farmer timed me in the SLCC pool at 0:53:74 in the 100 yd. free (this was my only time in all of my years swimming). 

My parents gave me lobotomy when I was about 5 years old. In about '73, one of my parents remarried and his new wife had a half decent car. I used it to date a girl from high school and used to lick her frequently. I thought Tommy Shaw of Styx contacted me concerning my relationship with her because I met a rock guitarist name Larry Hansen when I was Leopard at East High School (from 1972-1975). I think Larry told the band I was an angry young man but that they indicated the girl, Jan Haynes, enjoyed the sex. This girl was a Mormon so I had to part with her and I subsequently found god was a misnomer for dog. I now can go to places where you can lick cunts wherever I can find them (San Francisco and Vegas have these) but, I generally think that sex is so rare to find that it's impossible. In school , I had physical problems, was not very attentive and never could afford to plan children. As soon as I turned 21 I traveled alone to the Mustang Ranch in Nevada and got screwed. I'm single and don't have a lot of income but, make a few dollars as a recording artist.

In about 1979, I was in a mental place and I threatened the doctor so the staff there made me jump over the fence and leave. That night, I was on the beach in Santa Cruz and a dude gave me some pot. Afterwards, I walked up to a brown Ford Capri and asked another if I could stay the night. He gave me a peanut butter sandwich and lent me a sleeping bag. He asked me if I knew the Rainbow People and I said that I really never had. I sucked his dick and he told me to make sure I swallowed his cum was all. in the morning felt so much better. Everything seemed bright and interesting so I walked into the nearby church and looked into a purse that was sitting on a table. There were some keys in it and in the lot was a truck that fit the keys. It had a picture of lesbians on it that said, "END OF THE RAINBOW' on a sticker on the camper shell.

There were a few dollars in the purse so I stopped at a store and bought some pornography. Later, I ran out of gas and got taken subsequently to the Vista County Jail. One of the prisoners was named Nixon. Another was a tattooed Mexican and they both were very muscular. They made me suck their dicks in my jail cell. The peanut butter there was red and the radio was playing, "Love Stinks & Under Pressure". Coincidentally, a girl that worked in a Taffy Shop in Salt Lake City, Tammy Jackson, called me years before. She asked me to have sex with her and she was driving a brown Ford Capri.

After a few weeks they took me to the front of the jail and told me to beat it. I didn't have a cent and wound up in Merced, California at the Canyon Manor not long after. Dr. Housner and Dr. Berlant revived me with Elavil but, I gained weight so fast that I got some stretch marks. A girl I met in San Pablo , California was there. I was told by people at the gym that she was Lucifer because here eyes really glow and are green. She and the other girls want me to lick their pussies all of the time and I'm looking for work licking beavers. I would like to live in a castle that has a dungeon and lick pussy.

More at:
https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/394667-nobody-loves-you-like-a-motherless-child?chapter=1

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