I shall never forget the day I was to entertain a luncheon of senior citizens at what was then known as The Hoffman House in East Claire, Wisconsin Having worked "senior banquets" before, I knew that they always arrived way too early. I supposed the reason being that it must have been that this luncheon was all they were doing that day. So I decided, since they were to begin at noon, I would get there extra early at 10:30 in the morning to insure that I would have a clear path to bring in my sound gear and get set up before the hall outside the dining room became jammed with hungry people.
When I arrived, I was astounded to find the hall already jammed full of people! I went out to my van and brought the first load in, constantly having to say excuse me to even get them to step out of the way at least a bit. That was when I found out that the doors to the banquet hall had not been unlocked!
So I took my speakers in hand again, and put them back in the van, excusing myself yet again, as the seniors parted like the Red Sea and then closed behind me just as quickly.
I came back and and reconnoitered the entire outside of the banquet hall and way off to one side found an unlocked door.
About the time I was through bringing all my gear inside and was beginning to set up, the crowd suddenly came rushing in like a raging stampede. They had found the door that I had used! At the time, none of the wait staff was in the room. they had just finished putting out the salads at each plate and had returned to the kitchen.
The diners all sat down and commenced to eat their salads! It was at that point that the wait staff returned, mouths agape. The one nearest the stage was very upset. She looked up at me and asked: "Who let these people in here???"
"I don't know", was my reply. Well, it wasn't really a lie. I didn't "let them in", they just came in on their own, uninvited!
Now I have to laugh at myself because I have turned into a geezer who arrives way too early. Well, I would rather be way too early and have time to set up at a leisurely pace, than have the stress of rushing around, trying to make certain everything was operational.
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I have been frustrated for a long time, not having written any song lyrics that I considered valuable enough to keep. but September 1, 2017, my muse finally struck! As one ages, it becomes more and more difficult to actually look at what is supposedly your image in the mirror. What the Hell happened???
that's how I arrived at the inspiration for these lyrics:
"My Mirror Broke Down" lyrics, music written by Larry Heagle, copyrighted, September 1, 2017
Ma gave me that mirror when I was ten
Thought I'd look great ever since then
But my mirror broke down, yes, my mirror broke down
My mirror broke down, It just don't work for me
That mirror looked good when I was sixteen
The girls all smiled, if you know what I mean
But my mirror broke down . . .
It worked really well at twenty one
My, my, my, the gals sure were fun
But my mirror broke down . . .
When I looked in it at forty two
It made me look fat, nothing I could do
Cuz my mirror broke down . . .
At fifty five the glass was looking bad
It showed wrinkles that I never had
Cuz my mirror broke down . .
It got even worse at sixty six
So I took it to the glass man to get it fixed
Cuz my mirror broke down . . .
He checked it out and just shook his head
said there ain't nothing wrong, it's all in your head
But my mirror broke down . . .
So I gave it to a young man of twenty three
That fickle mirror'd been playin' with me
That mirror broke down
Yes that mirror broke down
that mirror broke down
But only when it looked at me.
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