PUT ME ON THE SPOT! http://jimcolyer.com/sitebuilder/flash/player?f=/music/flash/playlist.xml%3Ft%3D290 Oooooh yeah! Put Me On The Spot! Gimme a chance I'm in the mood For a new romance I'm in the mood My love is hot Gimme a break Put Me On The Spot! I'm taking the stage It's my turn I'm itching to show you What I've learned I'm itching for love I'm next to you Ready to show you What I can do..Yeah! Put Me On The Spot! Gimme a chance I'm in the mood For a new romance I'm in the mood My love is hot Gimme a break Put Me On The Spot! Baby, gimme all your love! Baby, gimme all your love! solo You're looking around Well, look here at me I'm playing it cool Naturally I'm playing for keeps I love this game Whenever you need me Just call my name Put Me On The Spot! Gimme a chance I'm in the mood For a new romance I'm in the mood My love is hot Gimme a break Put Me On The Spot! I'm in the mood My love is hot Gimme a break Put Me On The Spot! I'm itching for love I'm next to you Put Me On The Spot! Put Me On The Spot! baby! Jim Colyer ascap _________________

I am working consistently to pull this 10-song CD with Kymberly together. The CD will be called GOD GIVEN TALENT. All 10 tracks are being recorded at Direct Image Studio in Nashville. So far, Kymberly and I have 5 songs. We have vocal sessions booked for July 16 & August 6. We will let Kenny Royster do the master. From there, we can duplicate at We Make Tapes. We will see about a picture, printing, graphics and jewel cases. We want to stay simple, keep the cost down, and still produce a quality CD. I am talking with J.K. Coltrain of Colt Records. I told him we will meet him at the Limelight in Nashville to discuss the possibility of Kymberly signing with Colt. If she signs, there will be a first single sent to 600 radio stations around the world. A second single will follow. Then, the album. We will send 5 copies to CD Baby and let them distribute to online music stores like itunes, Rhapsody, Napster and Amazon. We will sell digital downloads. If Kymberly signs with Colt, she will do shows with the label and sell hard copies. Presently I have the publishing on all 10 songs at Michael Colyer Songs ASCAP. We will set up an account at SunTrust Bank under this name for money paid to us by CD Baby. I will keep recording with Kymberly as I feel strongly about her voice and her style. At some point we will start laying new tracks at Direct Image for a second CD. There is enough work to take us into the next decade....Jim Colyer

I was born in Louisville, Kentucky on December 29, 1945. Famous people with whom I share a birthday are Mary Tyler Moore and Andrew Johnson, the only President besides Bill Clinton to be impeached. I grew up 15 miles east of Louisville in Middletown. School began for me in the fall of 1952. I hated school, everything about it. My first grade teacher grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me because I tried to work a puzzle which was too hard for me without first asking. She was a dominatrix. She had two huge dogs which she prized. Maybe that is why I hate dogs to this day. Anyway, I went through grade school and high school without opening my mouth. I sat and waited for the bell to ring at 3 o'clock so I could go home and listen to rock & roll records on my little turntable. I bought Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee Lewis. Only in my senior year did I find a means of expressing myself in public. It was 1964, the year of The Beatles. I latched on to The Beatles. I looked in the mirror and saw John Lennon. If I had no talent and was too lazy to work, at least I could grow my hair. My hair became my vocation. I sat up half the night trying to write songs. My mother pulled me out of bed each morning by my arm. She was determined I would graduate from high school. I strolled through commencement like a zombie in that stupid cap and gown. The cap crushed my Beatle hairdo. Thank God it was over! Little did I know, it was only beginning! President John Kennedy was assassinated during my senior year of high school. It set off a tumultuous chain of events that took 13 years to run its course. The Vietnam War, race riots, illegal drugs, religious fanaticism, women's liberation, homosexuality and the political corruption of Watergate piled wave upon wave. I plowed through my 20s. I got an Associate degree from Lindsey Wilson College in central Kentucky in 1967. I was majoring in English. For the first time, I was taking an interest in literature. I was reading novels and grappling with European history. I thirsted for knowledge. I was eligible for the draft. Like other young men my age, I was confused about Vietnam. The war made no sense. Nor did the draft. We were told we were in Vietnam to contain Communism. I had trouble understanding what a Communist was. No man could look at another man and recognize him as a Communist. The isolated position of Vietnam was a problem. It lay behind the Philippines on the map. It did not jut out like the Korean penninsula. It was hard to get to, hard to defend. The draft was hard to justify. Something in me was saying no man had the right to take another man off the street and put him in a war against his will. Nevertheless, the draft was real. You went when you were called or risked the chance of being sent to prison. After getting a third year of college as an English major, my draft papers came. My education was without direction, and I went into the Army in October, 1969. I took basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky. After further training in radio school, I received orders for Germany. I remember standing in formation and looking at those orders. Imagine my relief! By 1969-70, most of America had turned against the war. Richard Nixon was slowly pulling troops out. Vietnam was becoming something people wanted to forget. I set off for Germany. I had studied German for two semesters. I knew a few words, that was all. Once in Frankfurt, I readily found the prostitutes spoke fluent English. I avoided them. I was still thinking of the girl I left behind. I knew it was over but consoled myself with false hope. I did not like Germany. It was dark and depressing. The buildings were drab. It was like going back to the Middle Ages. I ended up in a nuclear platoon. It was over my head. I drank too much German beer. It was potent stuff. By the time I was discharged from the Army, America had changed. Jim Colyer http://www.jimcolyer.com/bio