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1979-80 - I was living in Downey California, which for a suburb of LA was a step up from Paramount. I had met these two guys from Sacramento who also worked for Stauffer Chemical and they had rented a 3-bedroom house on Klondyke. They had room so they invited me to move in. Daryk Askew was a big buff guy whose passion was building muscle cars. Tony was an Italian wild man. We had some pretty wild times at that house. I was the only musician though so there wasn’t much musical inspiration. But I got to play music with my friend Dan Nelson who along with his girlfriend Paula Nicestro, I had met in Paramount. Dan and Paula had bought a house in Long Beach and I jammed with Dan quite a bit. But in the midst of all this, I was really feeling homesick by this time. I was pondering whether I had done the right thing when I impulsively left Maine and all my family and friends so far behind. California wasn’t quite the utopia I had expected and making a living playing music seemed to be more and more of a pipe dream than a remote possibility. Nevertheless, I enrolled at Cerritos Community College as a music major and penned several songs during this time.
ALWAYS ROOM TO GROW
Words and music by Reggie Michaud © 1979
Well I’m leaving Monday morning, kinda hate to say goodbye
Struggling with emotions as I watch the hours swiftly fly
Holding little Joni, speaks with me a little while
Tell her she’ll be grown up when I return to see her smile
And it seems like a long time; like a hundred years ago
Surrounded by love, so many I could call my own
But I was greener than green and it came the time for me to roam
Hey mister future, tell me where I need to go… I think you should know
Tomorrow is always tomorrow, as always still another road…
And there’s always room to grow
Well I’m thinking Monday morning, wondering if I ought to fly
There’s abundant melancholia; the feeling seems to have run dry
Can I earn a living? Do I even dare to try?
As I think of little Joni, tears begin to fill my eyes
And I know it’s a long time, at least a hundred years ago
And my heart feels so empty with nobody to call my own
Now I’m bluer than blue and I wish that I could be back home
Singing- Hey mister future, tell me where I need to go… I think you should know
Tomorrow is always tomorrow, as always still another road…
And there’s always room to grow
They tell me you should know… There’s always room to grow
1979-80 - I was living in Downey California, which for a suburb of LA was a step up from Paramount. I had met these two guys from Sacramento who also worked for Stauffer Chemical and they had rented a 3-bedroom house on Klondyke. They had room so they invited me to move in. Daryk Askew was a big buff guy whose passion was building muscle cars. Tony was an Italian wild man. We had some pretty wild times at that house. I was the only musician though so there wasn’t much musical inspiration. But I got to play music with my friend Dan Nelson who along with his girlfriend Paula Nicestro, I had met in Paramount. Dan and Paula had bought a house in Long Beach and I jammed with Dan quite a bit. But in the midst of all this, I was really feeling homesick by this time. I was pondering whether I had done the right thing when I impulsively left Maine and all my family and friends so far behind. California wasn’t quite the utopia I had expected and making a living playing music seemed to be more and more of a pipe dream than a remote possibility. Nevertheless, I enrolled at Cerritos Community College as a music major and penned several songs during this time.
ALWAYS ROOM TO GROW
Words and music by Reggie Michaud © 1979
Well I’m leaving Monday morning, kinda hate to say goodbye
Struggling with emotions as I watch the hours swiftly fly
Holding little Joni, speaks with me a little while
Tell her she’ll be grown up when I return to see her smile
And it seems like a long time; like a hundred years ago
Surrounded by love, so many I could call my own
But I was greener than green and it came the time for me to roam
Hey mister future, tell me where I need to go… I think you should know
Tomorrow is always tomorrow, as always still another road…
And there’s always room to grow
Well I’m thinking Monday morning, wondering if I ought to fly
There’s abundant melancholia; the feeling seems to have run dry
Can I earn a living? Do I even dare to try?
As I think of little Joni, tears begin to fill my eyes
And I know it’s a long time, at least a hundred years ago
And my heart feels so empty with nobody to call my own
Now I’m bluer than blue and I wish that I could be back home
Singing- Hey mister future, tell me where I need to go… I think you should know
Tomorrow is always tomorrow, as always still another road…
And there’s always room to grow
They tell me you should know… There’s always room to grow
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