<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893</id><updated>2011-06-23T22:03:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Signs and Red Lights</title><subtitle type='html'>Greetings! My name is Alex P. Taylor. This blogspot has been created to chronicle the production of my first album, "Stop Signs and Red Lights." Join me on my adventure by checking in often!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-3784660746570500718</id><published>2009-03-02T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:08:44.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Scenes with Don't Miss the Bus!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PgQ_2xHQdk/SayzV-R0puI/AAAAAAAAABo/MmyL7JveN3I/s1600-h/APTDMTBsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308815250839348962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PgQ_2xHQdk/SayzV-R0puI/AAAAAAAAABo/MmyL7JveN3I/s400/APTDMTBsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings Music Friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Wow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A.P.T. here. Today was my Mom's birthday! Happy Birthday Mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like she wasn't the only one to get a present tonight though, rather, a gift from the past!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the night was winding down, I was checking out my good friend Michelle's blog after she posted a link on her Facebook page. To my surprise, I suddenly remembered that I had one here on Blogger as well chronicling the beginning of my first album, "Stop Signs and Red Lights." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used this site before I had my website, MySpace and Facebook! It's like a little time capsule that I had buried years ago! I'm really proud of the fact that three years have passed now and I have made so much progress and grown so much since my first blog here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reminding me&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunshinedaydream333.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Michelle! Check out her blog too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the other great thing is that I am now done with my second album titled "Don't Miss the Bus!!!" Above is the cover photographed by Lindsay B. Vigue and artwork by Jason Silver!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please reminisce with me! Check out my old blog here and share my first few steps as a budding songwriter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty amazing to see where I am today and how far a little hard work and dedication will take you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, here's a video of my last day at SherStudios with Jamie Sherwood, my producer, main musician and friend, and Latanya Farrell- (We have recorded two songs together now and I have written two songs with her as well!!) &lt;a href="http://www.latanya.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;http://www.latanya.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video was for my last song in the studio "Well, Well"...Go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alexptaylor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;www.myspace.com/alexptaylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to hear the final product!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And There You Go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A.P.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96939ef4d582f4f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96939ef4d582f4f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330381264%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47999F6DF489B6E0A4B904BC4BF76D4F3D82401D.200C9688B4F9025C79B882665F5CBCAAF7C66F07%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96939ef4d582f4f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-74WyYAB-fAefWD6MeB8ogmidxw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96939ef4d582f4f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330381264%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47999F6DF489B6E0A4B904BC4BF76D4F3D82401D.200C9688B4F9025C79B882665F5CBCAAF7C66F07%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96939ef4d582f4f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-74WyYAB-fAefWD6MeB8ogmidxw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-3784660746570500718?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=96939ef4d582f4f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3784660746570500718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=3784660746570500718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/3784660746570500718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/3784660746570500718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-miss-bus.html' title='Behind the Scenes with Don&apos;t Miss the Bus!!!'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PgQ_2xHQdk/SayzV-R0puI/AAAAAAAAABo/MmyL7JveN3I/s72-c/APTDMTBsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-6500920980050035921</id><published>2007-06-23T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:42:07.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How It All Started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PgQ_2xHQdk/Rn1xfI_q0JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sE93C7aFFQg/s1600-h/alex_icon+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079340734548201618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PgQ_2xHQdk/Rn1xfI_q0JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sE93C7aFFQg/s400/alex_icon+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bio: Alex P. Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alex P. Taylor, thirty years old, is currently residing in West Hartford, CT, but grew up for the most part in Newington, CT. He graduated from college at Central Connecticut State University a few years ago with a major in Public Relations. Attending quite a few different schools during his youth, he has become quite assimilated with packing up and moving. He has learned the true value of a smile and how that simple gesture can give birth to many new friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote the lyrics to his first song when he was nine, but it wouldn’t be until early summer of 2005 that he would rediscover and truly embrace his passion of songwriting. Going through some old boxes in his basement that summer, he came across a dusty folder of songs he had written as a teenager and decided to share his lyrics with a couple of his good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those good friends, Adam Stevenson, he worked with. Adam was a guitar player and after reading through the folder, asked him, “Why aren’t you doing anything with these?” Perhaps it was fear of rejection, maybe he thought it was too late, whatever the reason, the question made Alex think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tragedy would strike…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One terrible night a few weeks later, he would see his friend Adam, only twenty-one, for the last time. He would die of an accidental drug overdose, and it would be at his funeral that his life would change forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother, a very strong woman, gave a powerful eulogy to a church full of Adam’s peers. “Now is the time to look at your life," she said. “Let this be a wake up call to all of you…” She stated how Adam no longer had the opportunity to follow his dreams and if there is something in your life that you have wanted to do, make it happen. Do it with Adam in mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, for the first time in ten years, he sat down and wrote the lyrics to a new song with Adam in mind. It’s was called On My Floor. The next day he feverishly purchased several books about songwriting and soon after, started attending music seminars to find his musical counterpart, someone that would transcribe the music to his melodies and lyrics. After going through several musicians, he would meet Jamie Sherwood of Southington, CT, who would turn out to be a perfect match to his dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Adam’s death, his dreams of becoming a performing songwriter had been reborn. Through tragedy, he found light. Adam’s mother’s words had truly been his wake up call, a wake up call to follow his destiny…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309018023694746578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0PgQ_2xHQdk/Sa1rw6B4w9I/AAAAAAAAABw/AzvudiBRNhY/s400/APT+Part+II+236+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-6500920980050035921?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6500920980050035921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=6500920980050035921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/6500920980050035921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/6500920980050035921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2007/06/project-proposal.html' title='How It All Started...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0PgQ_2xHQdk/Rn1xfI_q0JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sE93C7aFFQg/s72-c/alex_icon+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-115764395650672434</id><published>2006-09-07T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:45:56.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.... My name is Alex P. Taylor (the P stands Peter). Are you ready to have some fun?!! Alright then... When we meet, the first thing you'll probably say is, "How tall are you?" The answer, 6'4"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and songwriting have always been a huge part of my life. I wrote the lyrics to my first song when I was nine. Growing up, I would always keep a pen and paper close hoping to capture any inspiration that came to me. For a brief period, I had stopped songwriting, until last year, when a close friend of mine passed away becoming the inspiration I had lost and putting my life in a new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion that life is too short to not follow my dreams and that I would indulge in my aspirations to share my words and songs that I had been creating for so long. Thus began a new chapter in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the summer of 2005, I attended a few music conferences to get my feet wet. I visited New York to attend The Billboard Dance Music Summit and in Connecticut, I attended the New England Musicians Expo. At the NEME, I stopped at a seminar hosted by songwriter/producer Bobbi Tammaro, founder of Funkee Boy Music. This is how the ball started rolling.&lt;br /&gt;Stop Signs and Red Lights, my first song, was soon on its way. I remember the day very clearly, it was December 12, 2005- the day that I stepped into a professional recording booth for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole process of being able to transfer your thoughts and emotions and convey them into a musical medium is what I love the most. It's telling your story...and we all have a story to tell. It's how we tell that story that makes us all different. I have found MY way to tell my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience of working on this project has been truly educational. Life is about learning and growing as a person, and this past year has been amazing. And the great thing about it is that everyday,  I learn something I didn't know the day before. It's challenging, but utterly fufilling at the same time and I wouldn't trade it in for the world. I am following my passion. It may have taken me awhile to realize this, but let this be a lesson to anyone reading...Each day is another opportunity to do what you love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that said, what are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-115764395650672434?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/115764395650672434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=115764395650672434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/115764395650672434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/115764395650672434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/09/greetings-thanks-for-stopping-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-114657980820660748</id><published>2006-05-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:42:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give 'Em A Listen!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alexptaylor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.myspace.com/alexptaylor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Alex"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/Alex%27s%20Bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am as excited about this as I was when I got my first bike!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a.p.t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-114657980820660748?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/114657980820660748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=114657980820660748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114657980820660748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114657980820660748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/05/give-em-listen.html' title='Give &apos;Em A Listen!!!'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-114494660372111897</id><published>2006-04-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:06:32.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Current Line Up...</title><content type='html'>I have given this much thought (and I often change my mind), but at this moment, I have decided exactly which songs I am setting out to record... I think the flow will be good, balancing out some upbeat and some more serious material. They are all completely different. So, here's my picks...the first three are already done. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop Signs and Red Lights&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 Day Bender&lt;br /&gt;3. Twinkles (I Love You)&lt;br /&gt;4. That's So Mean&lt;br /&gt;5. One Pretty Flower&lt;br /&gt;6. My Regret Bed&lt;br /&gt;7. More to Me&lt;br /&gt;8. Great&lt;br /&gt;9. Dear Mom&lt;br /&gt;10. Wax&lt;br /&gt;11. Cringe&lt;br /&gt;12. Cynically Ever After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I will be up to when I get to the last song...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when that day will be....&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the full project will sound like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---a.p.t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-114494660372111897?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/114494660372111897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=114494660372111897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114494660372111897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114494660372111897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/04/current-line-up.html' title='The Current Line Up...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-114192799739422409</id><published>2006-03-09T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:12:52.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Button for Rewind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Alex%20Close%20up.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/872231459.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/872231459.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/114508818.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next song has been picked... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/872231459.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/114508818.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/114508818.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's So Mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember back in school&lt;br /&gt;You thought it would be cool&lt;br /&gt;Bang those lockers around&lt;br /&gt;Big fish, little pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can’t go back and fix&lt;br /&gt;Those words that were unkind&lt;br /&gt;Brut force instead of your mind&lt;br /&gt;No button for rewind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what you said&lt;br /&gt;It went right straight to his head?&lt;br /&gt;And what if the result&lt;br /&gt;Would become an insult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that poor kid&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get his mind clean&lt;br /&gt;But you didn’t take it back&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That’s so mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s coming out your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Is borderline obscene&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really care&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That’s so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the time&lt;br /&gt;You made that girl cry?&lt;br /&gt;You told her that you’d call her&lt;br /&gt;Of course that was a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, I love you”&lt;br /&gt;Would’ve said anything&lt;br /&gt;Together forever&lt;br /&gt;Now, “Oops, I lost the ring”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what you said&lt;br /&gt;It went right straight to her head?&lt;br /&gt;And what if the result&lt;br /&gt;Would become an insult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that poor girl&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get her mind clean&lt;br /&gt;But you didn’t take it back&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That’s so mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s coming out your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Is borderline obscene&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really care&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That’s so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just last night&lt;br /&gt;Had the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;When Annie called you up&lt;br /&gt;Crying hysterically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should have told her&lt;br /&gt;What your eyes had seen&lt;br /&gt;Conflict of interest though&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why&lt;br /&gt;That’s so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what you said&lt;br /&gt;It went right straight to her head?&lt;br /&gt;And what if the result&lt;br /&gt;Would become an insult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that poor girl&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get her mind clean&lt;br /&gt;But you didn’t take it back &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That’s so mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s coming out your mouth &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/2%20red.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is borderline obscene &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Alex%20Close%20up.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/200/Alex%20Close%20up.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really care&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That’s so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2005 Alex Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at the parade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.p.t. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-114192799739422409?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/114192799739422409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=114192799739422409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114192799739422409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114192799739422409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-button-for-rewind.html' title='No Button for Rewind...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-114127796058646119</id><published>2006-03-01T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:41:25.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day That You Were Born...The Planets Lined Up In Full Salute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/1615062042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/1615062042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!!!&lt;/span&gt; By the time you read this it will be March 2nd, your real birthday!! I am so glad that we got to hang out yesterday for your bir&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Mom.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/200/Mom.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thday pre-party...I had a lot of fun!!! It is always such a good feeling to know that you can bring a smile to someone's face, and I think that mission was acco&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mplished yesterday! When I was a kid, you always made my birthday such a special day for me. It is so rewarding now for me to be able to do that for you! Thank you for being so positive and encouraging...you are truly one of a kind! I know that a lot of my writting talents can be contributed to the way you write, always from the heart and very powerful. You have been a great teacher! Thank you, not only for that, but simply for being you! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will be recording song #3 at one o'clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Twinkles (I Love You)&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday, my mom got to hear a rough copy of the song, now you you can read the lyrics... This song has a really different sound!! It compliments the lyrics perfectly. Can't wait for you to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh my little star&lt;br /&gt;Heading out to see the world &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/236478609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/236478609.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh my little star&lt;br /&gt;I love you bigger than the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The planets lined up in full salute&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh my little star&lt;br /&gt;The way that you shine&lt;br /&gt;No one can refute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all my troubles&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;Dusting me with your&lt;br /&gt;Amnesia sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;I can tell&lt;br /&gt;Judging on how loud for me&lt;br /&gt;You say "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;twinkles&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/236478609.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/236478609.0.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh my little star&lt;br /&gt;I was so lucky that night we met&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh if you go too far&lt;br /&gt;One little thing you should never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our special way to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;When this world that we live becomes too mean&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh my little star&lt;br /&gt;Just say the word &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;twinkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And we’ll know what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all my troubles&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;Dusting me with your&lt;br /&gt;Amnesia sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;I can tell&lt;br /&gt;Judging on how loud for me&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Twinkles&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I worry&lt;br /&gt;A few more sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;You can say you love me&lt;br /&gt;With the word&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; twinkles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh my little star&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;twinkles&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;twinkles&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2005 Alex Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are comming along nicely...I couldn't be any more content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last Happy Birthday shout out! Where's that birthday record...?!! Put it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/615613726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/615613726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Mom!!! "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Twinkles&lt;/span&gt;"...I hope you have great day, you deserve it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on keeping on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.p.t. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-114127796058646119?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/114127796058646119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=114127796058646119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114127796058646119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114127796058646119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/03/special-day-that-you-were-bornthe.html' title='A Special Day That You Were Born...The Planets Lined Up In Full Salute!'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-114065925716944829</id><published>2006-02-22T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:47:46.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Make Your Own Kind of Music, Sing Your Own Special Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/040_20A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...make your own kind of music&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/018_7A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ...&lt;strong&gt;even if nobody else sings along&lt;/strong&gt;." -Mama Cass, The Mamas and the Papas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Day Bender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is officially done and the reviews have been great! It has even been played a couple of times at The Half Door, my favorite watering hole and that was really exciting, seeing that a bar is the perfect place to play this type of song. I can't wait for everyone to hear it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song #3 and my website's launch date are set tentatively for March 2nd. That Thursday is also my mother's birthday... I know I'm a little early, but, Happy Birthday Niecey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is what the recording booth looks like at the &lt;a href="http://www.funkeeboy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funkee Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;studio! Now you can all see where I am belting out my tunes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbi has a really great sound put together for my next song! This one is gonna be pop/dance. The name of the song will be posted upon completion, so stay tuned!! Lisa, we will be playing it on April 29th, your big day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to get everyone familiar with the lyrics for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2 Day Bender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...so you can all sing along!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my friend, it’s finally here&lt;br /&gt;Another week of work has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend tradition is about to start&lt;br /&gt;How did Monday through Friday ever get this long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start early in the morning, so we’re nice and fresh&lt;br /&gt;Talking about how we almost told off our boss&lt;br /&gt;And of course remember about the times we did&lt;br /&gt;Pour out a little liquor for the jobs we lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday mornings haven’t been this fun&lt;br /&gt;Since those cartoon marathons when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday hangover, we’ll be laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;About all the stupid things that we said and did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Began years ago as a restart button&lt;br /&gt;Throwing Saturdays and Sundays in the blender&lt;br /&gt;A nice stretch drinking of forty-eight hours&lt;br /&gt;That’s what we like to call our big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 day bender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes ago, it was two p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Now I think it might be about eight-thirty&lt;br /&gt;Lights down low, I’m looking round the bar&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey got me talking dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection between my mouth and my brain&lt;br /&gt;Filter’s gone, I don’t know what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;Sure I already said some personal things&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind, with you, I’m only playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your girlfriend I was kidding around&lt;br /&gt;Never my intention to offend her&lt;br /&gt;Just a fuzzy blur in a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;Only forty-eight hours in a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 2 day bender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Sunday morning, roll off of the couch&lt;br /&gt;Another watering hole down the street&lt;br /&gt;Feels like every weekend is my 21st birthday &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/041_21A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gather up the troops, this is where we’ll meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to have fun and stay out of trouble&lt;br /&gt;But some peace and quiet drone buzzes, “Settle down!”&lt;br /&gt;Oblige him for a second, then I start to talk louder&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause count ‘em up, ten of my friends around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple shots later, now I’m feeling delicious&lt;br /&gt;What’s left of my worries are starting to ease&lt;br /&gt;There’d be trouble for this bar if they lost their keys&lt;br /&gt;Close to last call, no one wants to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won a few bets, got some extra cash&lt;br /&gt;So tell your friend Debbie got that twenty to lend her&lt;br /&gt;Gotta write it down, I might forget&lt;br /&gt;Only one hour left in my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 day bender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/049_9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes ago, it was two p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Now I think it might be about twelve-thirty&lt;br /&gt;Lights down low, I’m looking round the bar&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey got me talking dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection between my mouth and my brain&lt;br /&gt;Filter’s gone, I don’t know what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;Sure I already said some personal things&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind, with you, I’m only playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your girlfriend I was kidding around &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/042_24A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never my intention to offend her&lt;br /&gt;Just a fuzzy blur in a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;Only forty-eight hours in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 day bender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2005 Alex Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last quote from The Mamas and The Papas before I go...&lt;br /&gt;"It may be rough going, just to&lt;br /&gt;do your thing...the hardest thing to do... but you've gotta..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go do your thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/052_6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/052_6A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a.p.t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph by Todd Fairchild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-114065925716944829?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/114065925716944829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=114065925716944829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114065925716944829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114065925716944829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-your-own-kind-of-music-sing-your.html' title='&quot;Make Your Own Kind of Music, Sing Your Own Special Song...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-114012195618337797</id><published>2006-02-16T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:11:31.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes My Friend, It's Finally Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/alex_car.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/alex_car.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time for a little sneak peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got back the pictures from the photo shoot with Todd and Marybeth Fairchild and immediately got in touch with J, who is working on my website. Here is the first look at one of the pics that will be on the site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may recognize where the car is from, but if you don't, you will when you see it!!! It got a little paint job though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for this Monday... I get the final copy of 2 Day Bender!! Just wait, you haven't seen or heard anything yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;a.p.t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/005_21A.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/005_21A.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/005_21A.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/005_21A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile or Die!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's my motto for life, now you can wear it... Coming soon to fine department stores near you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-114012195618337797?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/114012195618337797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=114012195618337797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114012195618337797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/114012195618337797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-my-friend-its-finally-here.html' title='Yes My Friend, It&apos;s Finally Here!!!'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-113994016009355800</id><published>2006-02-14T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T06:38:58.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Valentine's Day...Take a Deep Look Inside Your Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/400/heart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you all find what you are looking for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a.p.t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-113994016009355800?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/113994016009355800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=113994016009355800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113994016009355800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113994016009355800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-valentines-daytake-deep-look.html' title='This Valentine&apos;s Day...Take a Deep Look Inside Your Heart!'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-113926238569366265</id><published>2006-02-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:02:58.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause Count 'em Up, Ten of my Friends Around...</title><content type='html'>What Up Everybody!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/1155791115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/1155791115.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a lot of new email addresses...So for those of you who are just checking this out, if you scroll down to the first blog at the bottom, this will all make a lot more sense. Stop Signs and Red Lights is the name of my first song that I had produced and thus became the name of this blog...&lt;br /&gt;I am chronicling, through this blog, the steps along the way as I work on a complete album.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am on song two. So, now that we are kinda caught up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright kids, today is the day I've been waiting for! I went into the studio at about 2 p.m. and layed the framework vocals down for the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 Day Bender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I can't help but imagine&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it being a great spring break song! Compared to Stop Signs and Red Lights, this song is just pure fun. It was fun to write, sing, and live... Basically, it is one fun weekend getting crzunk wrapped up in a song. So stay tuned! It should be done by February 20th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple lines from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Day Bender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Trying to have fun and stay out of trouble...&lt;br /&gt;But some peace and quiet drone buzzes settle down..&lt;br /&gt;...Oblige him for a second then I start to talk louder...&lt;br /&gt;cause count 'em up, ten of my friends around!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am trying to decide what will be song #3... I am leaning towards one called "My Regret Bed"... although "That's So Mean" is close in the running. I hope everybody is doing well and I'm sure we'll hang out soon...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for a 2 day bender!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a.p.t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-113926238569366265?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/113926238569366265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=113926238569366265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113926238569366265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113926238569366265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/02/cause-count-em-up-ten-of-my-friends.html' title='Cause Count &apos;em Up, Ten of my Friends Around...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-113908092588134141</id><published>2006-02-04T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:21:51.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/1165088248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/1165088248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was awesome! I went on a photo shoot for my website's photo gallery. Much thanks and appreciation to Todd and Marybeth Fairchild!!!&lt;br /&gt;At seven a.m., we were out in the middle of traffic and on the railroad tracks getting some great shots. A lot of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the shots from the flashing light tower!!! Good times!! My roommate, A, deserves a special award for getting her ass out of bed that early. I can't wait to see how these pictures come out... The pieces are all coming together. It will be nice to look back at this someday and remember all the effort that went into this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to wish Alessandra, a.k.a. Choula, a very happy birthday!! I will never forget our days at Abercrombie and Fitch folding jeans and how two weeks into knowing ea&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/020_4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/020_4A.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ch other, we hopped on a plane to Miami!! We have had some wild times!!! "Chaos and Commotion", what a pair!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely one of the most craziest, fun, adventurous individuals I have ever met in my life... I am truly lucky that our paths crossed so long ago. The day we met my definition of fun changed...and it hasn't been the same ever since! &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!! I love you!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here's a little blast from the past...last year in New Haven at NEAT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing I forgot to mention...Don't forget to check out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/realworld-season17/series.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; The Real World Key West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;starting February 28! Click here for the latest update. There's even a girl named Paula on the show this year from Meriden, CT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Connecticut is blowing up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.p.t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-113908092588134141?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/113908092588134141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=113908092588134141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113908092588134141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113908092588134141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/02/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-113838321087933856</id><published>2006-01-27T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:56:26.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude! Oprah is Pisssssed!!!   and   A Little Friendly Competition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/20060126_c_90x69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/20060126_c_90x69.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've probably heard about this on the news already. The guy, James Frey,that supposedly wrote a memoir, but instead altered alot of the events that took place in his life. Basically, that made A Million Little Pieces a work of fiction... I'll tell you what, the last person I would ever want dissapointed in me, well, beside my mother, would be &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/200601/tows_past_20060126.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That guy conned Oprah! Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, I just wanted to mention that I am currently in a contest with my girl Jill from work. It started on January 20th and ends on March 2oth. Who will have six pack abs by then? The winner recieves a night of dinner and drinks at Max's Downtown in Hartford. I am determined to win!!! Good luck Jill!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/001_26A.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-113838321087933856?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/113838321087933856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=113838321087933856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113838321087933856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113838321087933856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/01/dude-oprah-is-pisssssed-and-little.html' title='Dude! Oprah is Pisssssed!!!   and   A Little Friendly Competition...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-113817802202210266</id><published>2006-01-25T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:36:23.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Long Time...I Shouldn't Have Left You...</title><content type='html'>With out a dope beat to step to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am feeling a little sentimental right now... I feel very lucky to have been given the opportunities I have had in my life. And, I am still able to do the things that I love to do and see the people that I love to see. With that said, as you all may know, I have lost a couple of close friends of mine over the years. Those that I can not see anymore are the subject of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstcoastnews.com/printfullstory.aspx?storyid=11283"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nichole, aka Crazy Nikki, aka Hurricane Nikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you often. You are always in my thoughts and heart. I will always remember how it felt to laugh so hard that my stomach hurt with you. You were an amazing friend. I miss you like the desert misses the rain. Click on Nichole's name for the official report from the associated press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/013_12A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/013_12A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/Link.asp?ID=GB14515423"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You were so young, just 21. I can't imagine how it would be if I were to have been shut of from growing at that young of an age. So many life lessons that I still had to have learned and so many things I wish that you could have still done... God bless you always. You were such a good friend. Click on his name for a link to his online guestbook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aaliyah.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the title to this blog entry. I just watched your video for Rock the Boat... I wonder if you knew that those moments would be the last the camera would have captured for you. What a great life you had to pursue your dream as a performer. How sad....but, I applaud your life and achievements. Click on Aaliyah's name to see those achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel compelled to talk about these amazing individuals because their memories live on in me. Life is so completly volatile and fragile and precious. There are so many great things that we take for granted. Let this be a reminder to me and everyone else... Yesterday is history, tommorow is a mystery, and today, is a gift...that's why it's called the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, you are alive!!! You have so many opportunities in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.p.t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-113817802202210266?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/113817802202210266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=113817802202210266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113817802202210266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113817802202210266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-long-timei-shouldnt-have-left.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long Time...I Shouldn&apos;t Have Left You...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-113762827076830335</id><published>2006-01-18T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:34:16.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapped Your Teddy Bear...</title><content type='html'>These are, by the way, the words to &lt;strong&gt;Stop Signs and Red Lights&lt;/strong&gt;...I am working with my friend J right now and will soon have a website running that will be able to play it for everyone! In the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/472596740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/472596740.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop Signs and Red Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the shadows on my wall&lt;br /&gt;As another car drives by&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the tree outside my window&lt;br /&gt;So scared I could just die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on to a yellow flashlight &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/461054955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/461054955.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the daylight breaks&lt;br /&gt;Barricade the closet door&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it would take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving along in my car&lt;br /&gt;These memories impair&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t anyone ever try to help&lt;br /&gt;The little boy that was so scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At stop signs and red lights &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/311326523.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the fright&lt;br /&gt;Under your covers&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else for you to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for the monsters&lt;br /&gt;You still remember what they did&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapped your teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;Was so tough to be a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I’m ten years old &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/1097315445.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/1097315445.3.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding back home on the bus&lt;br /&gt;25 cents in a big glass jar&lt;br /&gt;For every time I’d cuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a peanut butter and jelly sandwich&lt;br /&gt;That I refused to eat &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/1248660338.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="81" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/1248660338.2.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a fight right after school&lt;br /&gt;With the bully from down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving along in my car&lt;br /&gt;These memories impair&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t anyone ever try to help&lt;br /&gt;The little boy that was so scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/455966486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/455966486.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking now...&lt;br /&gt;How can you fight back&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking now...&lt;br /&gt;How can you fight back&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2005 Alex Taylor&lt;br /&gt;alexptay@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-113762827076830335?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/113762827076830335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=113762827076830335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113762827076830335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113762827076830335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/01/kidnapped-your-teddy-bear.html' title='Kidnapped Your Teddy Bear...'/><author><name>Alex P. Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08654964144263489047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/640/bluesmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21168893.post-113761722547009842</id><published>2006-01-18T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:23:13.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, Here We Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/872231459.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My name is Alex P. Taylor. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Alex%20BW.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/200/Alex%20BW.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Alex%20BW.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm coming to you from West Hartford, CT. I graduated from Central Connecticut State University, Communications B.A., with a minor in journalism. I just turned thirty, which by the way, is the new twenty!....nice intro aside... Where do I begin...?&lt;br /&gt;After losing a very close friend of mine in July, I suddenly started to realize that I had not been pursuing my dreams to their fullest potential.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was fear of rejection, maybe I thought it was too late...for whatever the reason, I thought I couldn't do what had been my wildest dream in life. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/Alex%20BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, what do I have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked, what might I gain?&lt;br /&gt;And then... I took action.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to chronicle my steps along the way as an emerging performing songwriter. The name of the blog "Stop Signs and Red Lights" is actually the name of the first single that I have already recorded! What an exciting day that was! I wrote the lyrics, worked with producer Bobbi Tammaro from&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funkeeboy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FUNKEE BOY MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and got into the recording booth!&lt;br /&gt;I am currently getting ready to go back to the studio and record the next single, 2 D&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/1600/alex_car.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay Bender!!&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, during this whole process, I have learned a lot about myself and what I am capable of. The one thing that I can say to anyone with a dream is follow it!! And never doubt yourself!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned! Save this web address, check in every now and then, leave a comment...This is gonna be a fun ride!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a.p.t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7239/2138/320/114508818.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21168893-113761722547009842?l=alexptaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/113761722547009842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21168893&amp;postID=113761722547009842' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113761722547009842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21168893/posts/default/113761722547009842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexptaylor.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-we-go.html' title='OK, Here We Go!!!'/><author><name>Alex P. 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