“Well, Art is Art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know”….Groucho

“And Solitaire’s the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down.”

In setting out to chronicle the thirty-eight year history of the song, “Solitaire,” I thought it best to keep the chatter down to a minimum and just let the cover recordings tell the story. Missing from the play list is the Johnny Mathis version, which I have never heard and which seems to be missing from all the digital collections of Mathis’ material. I’ve tried to keep the play list in chronological order but placed the Neil Sedaka version ahead of Andy Williams, because I felt the original should take precedence.

rock n Roll Dreams
By Philip Cody

I made my bones
At the wheel of a 58 Chevy
With a lid of marijuana
And a toxic blonde by my side
I was a long haired hippie freak
Looking for a stairway to heaven
I was wasted
I was strung out
I didn’t know what anything was all about
But I never let go
Of my rock n roll dreams
And the renegade romance I’m livin
Never said no
To the honky tonk queens
And all the free love I was given
Singin
Sha-na-na-na-na
Na-na
All night long