Harry Chapin made songs sound like movies. I hear his songs and a movie plays in my head. It is my desire to write like that, though I doubt I will match him.

I remember the day he died. I was teaching guitar lessons as a way to support myself. I was saddened to hear the news. I taught Harry songs that day and for a week afterward.

It is interesting that we do not totally appreciate a person until they are gone. I still miss Mr. Chapin. He still inspires me and is inside every song I write.

Best wishes to Harry fans,


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