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Thursday, June 23rd, 2016


All of us are creative people. After all we each create a new experience every day. For some, that experience is pretty much the same —  day in and day out. Get up, do your stuff, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner, watch your program, go to bed.

For others, perhaps the more creative types, the days take on various shapes as we try to diverge from the norm, we try to expand life into an experience of greater color to keep things interesting. We re-invent our lives daily and refuse to get bogged down in the sameness of the routine. So we create things, we make it up as we go along – just as I’m doing now.

Creativity isn’t difficult. It’s actually the easiest part of life. Personally, it’s what I live for. Oh I can get bogged down in the routine just like anybody else, and when that happens, I find myself fluctuating between the edges of happiness and unhappiness. I would love to be creative all the time, but that just doesn’t seem to be possible here on Planet Earth. No matter how hard I try, the routines keep popping up.

And when they do, I find that life goes by faster, time flies, the weeks spin by and leave little memory. What’s to remember? Not much. Just the daily grind?

So I revolt. I break away from the routine. I brush my teeth differently. I try sleeping in another position. I change my schedule, try a different breakfast combination, water the grass at a different time of day, read a book in the middle of the afternoon. Get creative.


Not all these ideas work. Some are complete failures. Others are “take it or leave it” ideas. Occasionally one makes total sense and so it becomes part of my routine. It’s a good idea that sticks.

That’s what it means to be creative. Try something new. Break the mold. Lean out over the edge. Chance to fail. Chance to fall.

Creativity often results in mistake. It has to. After all, you’re out there in no man’s land, in an atmosphere of danger, not always knowing where you’re going, rarely sure of yourself, trusting something beyond the tried and true and the routine.

You want to be creative? You have to build the muscle – the muscle that allows failure, the muscle of determination to get up off the mat and try again, the muscle to lose and yet still march on.

You have to be willing to make a mistake and then make something of it. In music, there are musicians who read the music and stick to that no matter what. Then there are musicians who improvise – who take the chance to lean out over the cliff and go where their heart and soul takes them – not their brain.

When you do that, mistakes will be made, but that’s where the muscle comes in. The muscle is the ability to turn the mistake into something unexpectedly creative, to right the wrong in such a way that the wrong becomes a brilliancy. Improvisationalists do this all the time, and they pull it off because they are rooted into the music — the chord progressions, the groove, the feel — in such a way that they are tied to the cliff and cannot fall, but rather can lean out farther and farther. Because they have the muscle of the bedrock of music under them.


The same goes with all art – whether it’s watercolor, sculpture, or writing. Be willing to go where no soul has gone before, be willing to try the untried, be willing to fail. It’s a brave man’s game. It takes courage.

If you fail all too often, you’re liable to say, “Well, I guess I’m not very creative.” But that would not be correct. It would simply mean that you’re not yet rooted enough in your craft to lean out so far over the edge. If we fail too often, we become dis-couraged – we lose our courage. We lose our ability to be creative.


So go back to work on your craft. If you’re a musician, practice your scales. If you’re a writer, read more. If you’re a painter, study the masters. And if you’re simply human, try reading the biographies of great people.

Study greatness. Feed your roots. The size of the tree above the ground equals the root system below. If the tree above the ground becomes much bigger than its root system, that tree will eventually die and fall over. It’s the way of the world.

“The comfort zone is the great enemy to creativity; moving beyond it necessitates intuition, which in turn configures new perspectives and conquers fears.” ~Dan Stevens

“Passion is one great force that unleashes creativity, because if you’re passionate about something, then you’re more willing to take risks.” ~Yo-Yo Ma

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“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.” ~Scott Adams

The Birth Of A Nation (Of Soccer)

Friday, April 8th, 2016


When I was a kid growin’ up, for an athlete, life was pretty much a 3-sport world — baseball, football and basketball.  St. Louis was my hometown and when I first got to high school I started noticing for the first time that local college, St. Louis University, had a pretty good soccer team. They were nationally recognized in a sport that was never played by anyone that I knew.

Nonetheless, I began to hear more about this international sport as I went out for basketball in the winter of my freshman year and even, to my surprise, found out that St. Louis was recognized as one of the soccer centers of our nation.  It was still very much a minor sport, however.

My high school, Principia, had a soccer team, and it played in the cold of the winter season, but all the best athletes pretty much played basketball.

After my sophomore year playing basketball and aggressively fouling out of nearly every game I played, my coach suggested to me that my rough and tumble nature might just be better for the soccer team.

Thus began my love affair with the sport of soccer.

At first I really wasn’t very good at it. I grew up with a ball in my hand, not on my foot. In my junior year I played little and learned a lot. For my senior year I decided that I would learn to shoot penalty shots since I had sat by and watched us lose far too many games blowing those shots in my junior year. So I would stay out after practice with our goalie for an extra hour each day and just shoot and shoot until I became good at it.

We had a decent team my senior year. I was still not particularly a skilled player, but I had a knack for scoring in close and around the goal probably because of my tireless work shooting penalty shots.

In track I was a pretty decent pole-vaulter and so at the end of my senior year I got an athletic scholarship to the University of Virginia.

There, in my freshman year of college, I got tremendous coaching in both soccer and pole-vaulting and improved my skill set in rapid fashion.

However, I decided that a big university was not for me and enrolled at a small college back in the mid-west called Principia College.

Sadly, Prin College did not have a soccer team.

College soccer season was a fall sport and rivaled football. Principia’s athletic director, Jim Crafton, was a die-hard football coach who lived for the fall football season.

He was not at all interested in supporting a soccer team as well with an enrollment of only 700-800 students.

But also transferring in that year were a couple of my other high school soccer teammates who were excellent players – Bill Foster, our center half and the best player on the H.S. team, and Jon Fisher, our right wing. Along with John Andrews, our right halfback, who was too light for college football and was already enrolled at Principia, we decided to try our luck at starting a student supported soccer club.

L>R: Jon Fisher, Link, Bill Foster, John Andrews - Founders of Prisoc

L>R: Jon Fisher, Link, Bill Foster, John Andrews – Founders of Prisoc

We knew we needed a coach, so we 4 sophomores met several times to see if there might be a potential coach and faculty sponsor in the faculty who might work with us. Hardly any of the staff even knew what soccer was at the time, but there was one longtime fine arts teacher of Swiss decent named Dr. Reinhardt Ross who had once played soccer and loved the sport. We asked him if he were interested and he jumped at the chance.

Along with our coach, Riney Ross, the four of us held tryouts, booked an 8 game season with other neighboring college’s varsity teams and even organized a season. Riney even went out and bought uniforms for us replete with school colors, shirts, pants and socks and our agreed upon name in blue across the back of the gold jerseys – Prisoc (Principia Soccer Club).

Bill Foster, Bud Kimbrough, Pete Link Bob Smith

Bill Foster, Bud Kimbrough, Pete Link Bob Smith

We ran a few ads in the school paper, The Pilot, and for our first game actually had about a hundred students come out to the game. We had to play early Saturday mornings because we did not dare schedule a game at the same time as the beloved football team that played each Saturday afternoon.Take-first-article_b-w

In the course of our season, soccer caught on at Principia. For the women on campus, it was a much more understandable game to watch. Also they knew who was playing since our faces weren’t covered up by football helmets.

Coach Crafton was not pleased. Several players on the soccer team were quite good athletes, Bill Foster being one of them, and in another world would have been playing football.

But we won more than 50% of our games that year and generated much respect and fun on campus. Besides, we were youth rebelling against the traditional, and in the 60s that was definitely the thing to do.

When was it not?

Our team was led by the great all-around play of Bill Foster, the fierce determination and never tiring Johnnie Andrews, a bulldog goalie named Alan Orcutt and the ever-graceful Jon Fisher. Bud Kimbrough, right forward, Bob Smith and Maurice Weidman, our two fullbacks and Kim Brady, halfback, also formed a tough defense that kept the games low scoring. I was center forward and high scorer.

We, little Principia College soccer club, actually played Washington University in St. Louis, a school of some 30,000 to a 3-3 tie in one game. We were on the map.


Our second season went even better. We played a much longer schedule, some pretty tough colleges of far greater size and held our own. We won 66% of our games that year and the school support was tremendous. We’d have 300-400 people at each game at home and a busload at all away games. Even cheerleaders! One Saturday somebody counted the attendance at our game and also at the football game that afternoon and ours was the greater number. Soccer had arrived and the word was that Jim Crafton, the athletic director (the football coach) was not a happy guy.

But Jim Crafton was a most graceful man. Oh he loved his football, and this success of our little club had to be tough for him, but at the end of our junior year he announced that Prisoc would no longer be Prisoc – rather, starting in our senior year, 1965, it would now become Principia’s New Varsity Sport!

Thus soccer was born at Principia College.


Our senior year let no one down. A new freshman came in, Chip McCarthy, who was really from another generation – a kid who had grown up playing soccer first — much like today’s kids. He had all the skills, great confidence, and he added a terrific scoring threat to our front line. He made a good team even better.


For me, the most memorable moment that year, and probably the most memorable moment of my athletic lifetime was a game we played away at Eastern Illinois University’s home field. Eastern Illinois, a mid-west soccer powerhouse school of 13,000 vs little ol’ Principia (750) varsity.

I remember it was late in the year, it was freezing cold and we were scared silly to be facing such a team. But our defense held. At the end of the first half the score was 0-0. At the end of the game the score was still 0-0. We had played our hearts out. We were exhausted and our first string had played most of the game with very few substitutions.

The coaches decided instead of a penalty shot shoot out, we would play up to two 5-minute overtimes. At the end of the first overtime the score was still 0-0.

About 2 minutes into the second overtime when we just had nothing left, I suddenly found myself alone in front of their goal with the ball and only their goalie between me and victory. I turned to shoot and their goalie dove for the ball at my foot. But he missed and I was able to get around him and dribble the ball all the way into the goal. I wasn’t going to kick it even though I had a clear shot, because I knew this was the only chance we’d ever have. With no one now in front of me I took the ball right into the netting of the goal and collapsed into the net with the ball. Sudden death. We scored!

We had won the game. My teammates piled all over me trying to extract me from the net as the 5000 EIU supporters left the stadium in shock.

We had beaten the mighty giant. David and Goliath, an’ all that.


Looking back, we were always a bit ragtag, but we were a team. We believed in ourselves and it didn’t matter that we were from a small school; we were a group of dedicated players with a cause far beyond the game itself. We were out to prove that soccer was a great game to be valued as an American sport.

Today, of course, it is. More kids across America probably play soccer than any other sport growing up.


We were a small part of the beginning of this. Not just at Principia, but in America.



Great News!

Monday, December 14th, 2015

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Just in. As of last Friday and a two hour creative meeting with the staff of the Sheen Center for Thought and Culture, our project has taken a quantum leap forward!

In addition to the webcast, Watchfire Music in conjunction with the Sheen Center would also create a series of 20-minute Music/Video modules that address a myriad of world problems from a library of interchangeable video songs that will provide the content for each 20-minute module.

This all comes under the banner of “Is Anybody Listening?”

The modules would be used to focus the imagination and attention of people around the world on the problems that we face and the solutions that are at our fingertips.

The modules would address a number of issues and can be re-purposed at will to fit the needs of organizations around the world. They would be presented through webcasts and video streaming with live hosting by, but not limited to, the following:

Individuals Seeking Inspiration
Fund Raising Benefits
Theatrical Presentations
Nonprofit Charitable Organizations
Church Groups

Here are some of the issues that the modules would address:

Healing Response to World Tragedy
Water — Global Water Crisis
Corporate Promotions and Public Opinion Issues
Corporate Workshops
The Intercession of Science and God in the Universe
Shootings and Gun Control
Non-Denominational Spiritual Seeking
Spiritual Awareness
Healing Depression
Life, Death and Beyond
Armed Conflict and the Nuclear Potential
Poverty and Hunger

So even the Theatrical Concert and Webcast, “Is Anybody Listening” can be shaped to fit your organization’s needs in length and content.

Pretty cool, huh?

Your contribution will support all of this. Campaign ends this coming Wednesday, the 16th.

Thanks for listening.

All Will Be Well

Saturday, December 5th, 2015


Margaret Imrie was the epitome of grace. She’s no longer with us on the planet, yet remains in her music. Her husband was a great friend and supporter of both me and my music back in the days of The Jenny Burton Experience. Together we produced the group and had a blast doing it. Gordon and Margaret (Peggy) lived in a brownstone up on West 74th street and raised 3 totally precocious boys who were all, at one time or another, in my Sunday School class.

I knew about Peggy’s grace as a woman long before I knew of her grace as a vocalist. In fact, her great voice came as a surprise to me years into our relationship because I only knew her as a mother and the breadwinner of the family.

I don’t remember when I first heard her sing – probably at one of the funky musical soirees that the entire Imrie family would put on occasionally with their antique player piano.

But once I heard her sing, I became her champion. She had a nine to five job at the time that was really a morning to midnight job and Gordo was Mr. Mom, so here was a voice that never had a chance to get the exposure that it deserved.

At the time I was the music chair of First Church, Christ Scientist in Manhattan. Since it was located only 3-4 blocks from the Metropolitan Opera and Lincoln Center, the church had a history of most professional and powerhouse classical soloists. One could call it the home of some of the greatest vocalists ever to grace the platforms of that religion.

As music chair I led the selection of these vocalists. Peggy did not have that kind of powerhouse operatic voice. She had great chops, but not the paint-peeling-off-the-ceiling kind of volume that the congregation was used to. But Peggy understood the text and communicated the word of God far beyond the paint peelers. So I pushed for her to be the soloist. Finally, I put in a hidden mic at her soloist position and that took care of all the problems. People would remark, “Well Peggy, how your voice has grown!”

Because of her deep spiritual understanding and ability to communicate, she became an instant favorite in that church and held the position for many years.

She passed tragically, early in life.

Last year I got a call from Gordon announcing that he had over 400 cassette recordings of Peggy’s performances. Now we all know that cassettes were never the best quality of recording. In fact one could call them the low point of fidelity in the past 70 years.

“Couldn’t we somehow make an album with some of these recordings?” Gordon asked.

I answered, “Possible, but not probable … but it might be worth a listen.”

Gordon replied, “Good. Then I’ll send you all the recordings and you can listen and find what you think might work.”

I answered, “No my friend, you will go through them and find the best 30 and then I will pick from them.”

A mammoth job. But Gordo did it. That’s what love can do. Make it all possible.

The rest of the story is the result of additionally my work in restoration and the brilliant mastering work of my dear friend and accomplice, Phil Klum of Philip Klum Mastering, NYC.

This resulted in Peggy’s first CD, Margaret Imrie – Giving Voice, a beautiful CD of church solos.

“All Will Be Well”, the closing song on her album, is one of my favorite hymns of all time. It’s a beautiful ancient Welsh melody that is innately harmonizable. I’m one of those guys in church that loves to sing the harmonies every time we stand up to sing, so I’ve been working on that one now for about 50 years – and the new harmonic ideas keep coming.

Long story short: (or perhaps even longer) I had Phil bring forth Peggy’s voice on the old recording and make it louder than the piano, then orchestrated the stereo mix, and wrote a series of vocal harmonies for Julia that she added to Peggy’s original recording. If Natalie Cole can do it, so can I.

It worked. So the song is now on both albums – Peggy’s and Julia’s.

Peggy lives on and Julia holds her hand.

All Will Be Well

Music: Ancient Welsh Melody
Lyrics: Mary Peters

Through the love of God our Saviour
All will be well
Free and changeless is His favor
All must be well
Precious is the Love that healed us
Perfect is the grace that sealed us
Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us
All, all is well
Though we pass through tribulation
All will be well
Ours is such a full salvation
All must be well
Happy still, in God confiding
Fruitful, when in Christ abiding
Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding
All, all is well
We expect a bright tomorrow
All will be well
Faith can sing through days of sorrow
All must be well
While His truth we are applying
And upon His love relying
God is every need supplying
All, all is well


Time In A Bottle

Thursday, November 12th, 2015

Time In A Bottleç

“Time in a Bottle” was a hit single by singer-songwriter Jim Croce. Croce wrote the lyrics after his wife Ingrid told him she was pregnant with his son, Adrian, in December 1970.

The story goes that ABC, his record company, originally did not intend to release the song as a single, but when Croce was killed in a plane crash in September of 1973, the song’s lyrics, dealing with mortality and the wish to have more time, had additional resonance.

The song subsequently received a large amount of airplay as an album track and demand for a single release built. When the single was eventually issued, it became his second and final No. 1 hit.

Noah brought the song to me to record because it is his dad, Michael’s, favorite song. I had no trouble at all complying with his wishes because I’ve always loved the song as well.

One day, while orchestrating the song in my studio, the idea came to me that Noah must be a kid who is certainly enjoying his childhood. Moving from 12 to 13 is a big step and, though with it comes the excitement of his teenage years, leaving behind a most special childhood must be harder than for most.

So the idea that “Time / Tapping on my window pane / Telling me to hurry up and grow old” struck me as a way to launch the song about the desire to hold on to the moment of childhood just a little bit longer.

Broadway singing is often what I call singing to hit the back wall of the theater. It’s often big voice singing that requires big voice production. Studio singing on a $4000 microphone is a whole other ballgame. The ability to sing loud has absolutely nothing to do with the process. I like to tell my artists that the mic in the studio is like someone sitting right in front of you very close, and the mic is their ear. Sing into that someone’s ear.

So this was a new kind of vocal production for Noah – and I believe he took to it quite well. This song is a perfect example of Noah’s foray into pop singing and studio mic technique.

Like most things Noah goes after, here he again excels.

One day even before we started the mixing process, we invited Dad into the studio to hear a ruff mix of the song. Michael sat and listened intently. Noah never took his eyes off his father. The tears that formed in his father’s eyes brought tears to my own.

It was one of our best moments in the studio.


Noah at 12

Noah at 12

Noah at 14

Noah at 14

Time In A Bottle

Music and Lyrics by Jim Croce

Additional Music and Lyrics by Peter Link


Tapping on my window pane

Telling me to hurry up and grow old


But if I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I’d like to do

Is to save ev’ry day

Til’ eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you


If I could make days last forever

If words could make wishes come true

I’d save ev’ry day

Like a treasure and then again

I would spend them with you


But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do

Once you find them


I’ve looked around enough to know

That you’re the one I want to go through time with


Time is tapping on my window pane

Telling me to hurry up

Hurry up and grow old

Stealing ev’ry precious moment

Like a thief in the night


But if I had a box just for wishes

And dreams that had never come true

The box would be empty

Except for the mem’ry of

How they were answered by you


But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do

Once you find them


And oh, don’t you know

That I’ve looked around enough to know

That you’re the one I want to go through time with


If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I’d like to do

Is to save ev’ry day

Til’ eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you

With you




If I could save time in a bottle

I’d spend all my moments with you






Welcome To The Revolution

Tuesday, November 10th, 2015


There is revolution in the air. Almost every day we hear of political revolution going on somewhere in the world, but what about the spiritual and technological revolution that is happening on a world-wide level for so many?

We talking about a change of approach to religion and life as we know it that’s coming faster than most of us realize. We’re talking about artificial intelligence, nanobots, 3D Printing, driverless cars, wireless electricity, unlimited energy for everyone through fusion technology, exponential growth — the doubling effect and the acceleration of technology, and even human life extension and possible eternality — and on and on. What’s coming down the road at us in the next 20 years is totally mind blowing and I can’t even imagine what will transpire in the 20 after that.

One thing is clear: Things are gonna change.

And keep changing – faster and faster. Some people for some good reasons do not welcome this. Others can’t wait. Both Noah and I are of the second variety. Since there’s not much we can do about it anyway, change being inevitable, we figure that we might as well embrace it with open arms.

So welcome to the revolution! We all might as well approach it positively and reap the benefits of this ever-changing world with a smile on our faces.

Welcome To The Revolution

Music and Lyrics by Peter Link


We got a problem here!

Some of us are still livin’ in the dark ages.

We got to grow up!

Are you gonna stand for this?


I’ve been wonderin’

What’s it all for

When those in power

Abuse that power so

Battered wives

Police brutality

Child abuse


We ain’t gonna stand for it no more

No we ain’t gonna stand for it no more


Welcome to the revolution

Welcome to the revolution

Welcome to the revolution

We’re gonna have a good time


There’s sweeping change

In the air

An’ it’s about time

Time for human evolution

Time to make a resolution

Time to speak up

Time to roar!


So welcome to the revolution

Welcome to the revolution!

Welcome to the revolution!!

We’re gonna have a good time


It’s a revolution of the spirit

It’s a revolution of the heart

It’s the evolution of the music

To a higher work of art


And a relentless technology

Meets the soul of creation

And rips a hole in the sky

And a mind on fire is born again

Yes a mind on fire is born

For the age of change draws nigh


So welcome to the revolution

Welcome to the revolution

Welcome to the revolution

We’re gonna have a good time


It’s a revolution of the spirit

It’s a revolution of the heart

It’s the evolution of the music

To a higher work of art


And a relentless technology

Meets the soul of creation

And rips a hole in the sky

And a mind on fire is born again

Yes a mind on fire is born

For the age of change draws nigh


So people!

As you go

So goes the world

Ya’ better be good

Cuz it’s a time for revolution

A time for revolution

A time for revolution

An’ it starts with you

So welcome to the revolution

Welcome to the revolution!

Welcome to the revolution!!

We’re gonna have a good time


We’re gonna have a good time

We’re gonna have a good time

We’re gonna have a good time!


She’s Leaving Home

Saturday, November 7th, 2015

Lennon & McCartney

Question: How wise is it to create an alternate version of a Beatles song?

Answer: Not very wise at all.

So the idea of doing a cover of Lennon and McCartney’s absolutely fabulous song, She’s Leaving Home, was met with some trepidation by yours truly. You can’t improve upon those guys; you can only do it differently. Joe Cocker had some success with Beatles covers because his whiskey voice was so different than John and Paul’s. There have been a rare few covers that have been successful, but “rare” is the operative word here.

Many elements on our end seemed right, however. The dramatic idea of a little brother singing this song about his older sister struck both Noah and me as an interesting way to further dramatize the song. His voice and the quality of his acting raised the hopes of speculation. And then, of course, the classical nature of the song thrust me into a more classical approach to the orchestration.

What we ended up with, I believe, is valid. Valid, because it’s different. We’re not in any way trying to improve upon the Beatles. Only a fool would try to do that. That would be like the modern equivalent of trying to improve Mr. Beethoven.

So we approached the song more theatrically. Julia Wade and I played the parents of a daughter who runs away from home one morning and Noah, her little brother, watches it all go down.

Noah was great at living the moment. He has an older sister whom he adores. It would not be a great stretch of the actor’s imagination. I think he nailed it. Hope you agree.


She’s Leaving Home

Music and Lyrics by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

Italics = The parents

Wednesday morning at five o’clock

As the day begins

Silently closing her bedroom door

Leaving the note that she hoped would say more

She goes downstairs to the kitchen

Clutching her handkerchief

Quietly turning the backdoor key

Stepping outside she is free



We gave her most of our lives

Is leaving

Sacrificed most of our lives


We gave her everything money could buy

She’s leaving home

After living alone

For so many years

Bye, bye


Father snores as his wife gets in

To her dressing gown

Picks up the letter that’s lying there

Standing alone at the top of the stairs

She breaks down

And cries to her husband

“Daddy, our baby’s gone”

“Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly

How could she do this to me?”



We never thought of ourselves

Is leaving

Never a thought for ourselves


We’ve struggled hard all our lives to get by

She’s leaving home

After living alone

For so many years

She’s leaving home

Bye, bye


Friday morning at nine o’clock

She is far away

Waiting to keep the appointment she made

Meeting a man from the motor trade



What did we do that was wrong

Is leaving

We didn’t know it was wrong


Fun is the one thing that money can’t buy

Something inside

That was always denied

For so many years

She’s leaving home

Bye, bye

Bye bye

Bye, bye

If This Ain’t Love – (WHAT IS?)

Thursday, November 5th, 2015

students-hallway @ 500

This fall Noah enrolled in a new school as a freshman in high school. It’s gotta be one of the biggest transitions that we humans face — that and college graduation. It certainly was for me way back then.

He goes from being the eldest and most mature in grade school and junior high to the rank and file of a lowly freshman, a whole new school to conquer and toughest of all, girls. Especially the post-pubescent kind. All of the sudden the little girls turn to ‘babes’… and that’s a whole other story.

Knowing what he was headed for, I thought I’d write a song about young love and the incredible experience of falling for the ‘#1 babe’ of the junior class. Now Noah’s a cute kid and pretty confident in a most humble way. After all, he’s a Broadway star. But standing in the hallway between classes and actually catching the eye of Miss #1 is, yes, a whole other story. I know; I’ve been there.

The palms sweat, the heart goes wild in the chest, the knees go out from under, the breath comes short all in the split second of a lingered glance. Whaddya gonna do about it? Was she really looking at me, or someone over my shoulder behind me? WHAT’S THE PROTOCOL HERE?

I love this song. I lived it as a freshman in high school and I lived it again while writing it. I think Noah did it total justice.


If This Ain’t Love

Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

She noticed me

She looked at me

She smiled at me

Everything was more than I ever dreamed


And when I turned

To walk away

I could not feel the floor

Under my feet

All I could think was

Oh God

Why couldn’t I just say “Hello”


She noticed me

She looked at me

She smiled at me

Everything had changed in a blink of time


There in the hallway

Just before math class

Surrounded by a thousand kids

All coming and going

I think I fell in love

Yeah I fell in love

Oh yeah

And oh baby if this ain’t love

What is?


Then there she was

Right after school

So I asked her if I …

Might walk her home

“Maybe tomorrow”

And with just two words she was gone

So why couldn’t I just say “Goodbye”


But she noticed me

How she looked at me …

She smiled at me

And suddenly my world was all upside down


There on the sidewalk

Losing my marbles

Surrounded by a million thoughts

All coming and going

I fell in love again

Yeah I fell in love

Oh yeah

An’ oh baby if this ain’t love

What is?

Oh baby if this ain’t love

What is?


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