My notes show that track was recorded on Christmas Eve 2011. I had just announced that I planned a compilation album of Valentine's Day tracks with my friends at Songsmiths Anonymous. Within an hour Rittmo posted the lyrics for this track and sent me an email asking if I'd add music to it. We'd been in contact quite a bit at that time since he'd contributed many songs/lyrics to 2 prior Songsmith Anonymous complilation albums I'd compiled. The lyrics really effected me and a few hours later I sent him the track for his approval. His response "WooooooooHooooooooooo Wolf!!!!!!!!!!!! Great job at undercovering rittmo meter :) Yes include it!!!!!!!! Thanks"

So I guess he was happy. I hope he's still happy. His enthusiasm for the creative process and its healing bonding power was inspirational. His writing as you can see from the collected jewels on this album was always great and very very often sublime. The energy was infectious. I miss Ritt'.

You can find links to the Songsmiths Anonymous Collection albums, Wickedsongs, WIntersongs and Valentunes on the main album page here (as well as many more links to help you explore a greater sampling of Ritt's work with music and other creative accomplishments between 2004 and 2013. http://rittmo-rip.bandcamp.com/album/rittmo-r-i-p

Thanks to all who brought love to this collection.

Wolf.

+++++++++++++++++++LYRICS++++++++++++++



Rittmo' Style Valentine

breathe deep the smog and smut
makes one proud to be alive
send a taxi for my valentine
black with bright yellow tires
hell on wheels told you so
twelve dead roses and a ham sandwich
on moldy bread any one seen my beer
a knock on the door tap tip tap
come in and get uncomfordable
make yourself some foam and dip
yourself into my sweaty self
this like all other birds will fly
let me help you with that
my oh my

on the windowsill are some chocalates
i let the pigeons peck out the nuts
wipe your hands on the curtain
they're overdo for new
much like this sparrow chested heart
comb my hair with your fingers
trace circles round my eyes
these stages take for ages
my breath deep controlled
console me with sweet i love you's
sing it softly
as if it's not a lie
let me help you with that
my oh my

veins like road maps
we ain't spring chickens any more
karma sutra ain't got a chance
i'm not a pretzel never was
never had a fling with abnormal love
but i do have a thing for you
let me trace your bermuda triangle
only a girdle to hurdle
arthritic fingers, not doing the trick
try as i might
i'm fighting the good fight
dying of fright
when she said
in a voice reminiscent of shy
let me help you with that
my....oh....my

rittmo'