Congratulations!  You have reached the homepage of Rich Y (Richard B Young).  Here you can find some of my songs, poems and short stories.

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I am now 80 years young and have been writing, in one form or another since my teenage years.  I do not restrict myself to one type of work; when there is so much food and drink to enjoy, why eat only burgers and drink only milk?

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Musically, my tastes range from Country and Western to Hard Rock/Heavy Metal and much in-between.  My Niece, Hannah, who is much younger, recently introduced me to the delights of Suno.com, a music creation AI site - and I have been busy ever since!

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Take a look at my 'Songs and Music' tab and see what I have produced so far.  You may be surprised!

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The site is still a work in progress, so if you like anything you hear or read, why not keep checking to see what's new.  Pam and I recently celebrated our 37th wedding anniversary and as it is the second marriage for both of us, and I have felt able to express myself musically now with the help of Suno, I wanted to write a song for her.  The result is 'Love at First Sight (For Pam)', in the 'Romantic Ballads' section of this site.

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Thanks for visiting!

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PS: I have a slightly 'off-the-wall' sense of humour.  Try this one and you'll see what I mean! It needs a word of introduction/explanation; many years ago, my wife and I had a long weekend break over in Cheshire.  We don't like the M62, so we decided to drive back across country and arrived in Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, about 5:30pm.

We looked for somewhere to eat, and found a pub which advertised food.  You may have seen a Western movie in which a stranger rides into town, ties his horse to the hitching rail and walks up the steps to the saloon.  There are sounds coming from inside - glasses clinking, people talking, a woman singing in a not very good voice and an overstrung piano playing.  He pushes open the doors and walks in - and immediately all sounds stop and every eye turns to him.

This was more or less our experience; admittedly there were only half a dozen, but they did all stop talking and look at us as though we were from another planet.  We weren't put off; we marched up to the bar and asked the barmaid if we could get something to eat.  She looked at us in amazement and said, "Food?  It's Monday!" in a tone which clearly implied that no-one ate out in Holmfirth on a Monday, so we left.

We eventually, much to our amazement, found, not just one, but two tapas bars and had a meal in one.

It was the unlikely combination of these two things which was the inspiration, if that's the right term for something so silly, for this song.

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