"God Bless Baseball is wonderful. It really expresses an emotional tie to baseball and Topps, which is at the heart of the brand. I thought it was great, great, great!!!! You are talented."
— M. Eisner, Retired Walt Disney CEO
“Perfectly Perfect. I absolutley love Unkind Words! Your vocals are spot on, as are your lyrics and music"
— G. McCoy, Syndicated Cartoonist, Writer, Director
“Phil has such an incredible gift and talent for words. He is an incredible lyricist. He is humble and kind and it was a pleasure and honor to work with him.”
— M. Chadburn, Singer/Songwriter
"When We Played is a GREAT tune! Totally relate-able. "
— Smash, St. Louis Legendary DJ.
"I love This Ride Tonight!...Remincessent of "That Thing You Do" with high-fueld, country, sexual innuendos!"
— D. Summers
"Your song, When We Played is such a GREAT JAM! Very Proud of you man! "
— T.Terbrock, DJ, KSHE
"Damn Phil is a there anything you don’t remember when you write your songs? Thanks for the journey back in time. As always you hit it out of the park!"
— S. Depping
"The first time I saw Phil perform was circa-1980 something, he was full of energy, but had yet to hit his true potential. He certainly has hit it now! A wonderfully bizarre, dark & funny songwriter with a lot of heart and one heck of a booming voice!"
— M. Caparelli
"Hey Phil, I absolutely love 5AM! It is incredible! As a middle-aged man, I could so connect with the realization that life can be difficult, yet we must move forward. Your song is dark, it's rough around the edges and yet beautiful to listen to while sipping on a cold beer...clearly like you intended."
— D. Davis
If Harry Chapin and Neal Diamond could be cloned into one person, that would be you. Would like to see your birth certificate and ACTUAL hospital records to prove you are who you say!
— M. Buck
" I Love 5 AM! So freaking relatable. I keep playing it over and over! It's an inspiration to not only runners but a reminder to us all that we are not getting any younger! Brings a little tear to my eye every time I hear it!"
— C. Assorti
"You are talented brother!!! (Technically insane (kidding), but extremely talented!!!)"
— M. Beyer, CEO of Fast Eddies Billiards & Sportsbars
"Phillip McClary this is the one. Another High School Football Game brought tears to my eyes. Should be in a Hollywood football movie. I am thinking Kenny Chesney might want to meet you."
— L. Trapp
"I loved listening to Another High School Football Game! You have a gift with words, and your musical talents amaze me!"
— S. Henke
"Great job, Phil! Another High School Football Game is very poignant and put a big lump in my throat. Great memories."
— L. Betz
"Love this. Another Highschool Football Game made me tear up remembering all those games everyone could not wait to get to on Friday!"
— C. Tharp
"Loved Another High School Football Game! Those high notes & the nostalgia were just f'n killer!"
— C. Barrenkamp
"Wow. Another High School Football Game is a great song! You sounded great. I never had the honor to play football, but was at every game during my tenure at West. I could picture it all!"
— K. Schloemann
"Phillip McClary Another High School Football Game gives me chills to hear all those names and memories of that time in my life. This is so good!"
— R. Hensel
"You're one hell of a story teller! Love your raspy yet smooth voice! I forgot how good you are! Ain't Got You is Brilliant! Sounds to me like a song that could and should be on the radio."
— K. Shiller
"Wow, I can't say enough about how great Another High School Football Game was. Keep them coming my friend!"
— D. Ital
"Today I was granted the opportunity to have access to three new songs, while all were fantastic, one stood out in particular, Out of My Shadow. This is such a moving ballad, a tribute to his son, and the relationship they have, full of struggles, heartache, and laughter. God bless you Phil for daring to put into words what so many parents are afraid to say."
— D. Ital
My name's Phil McClary, and these days I'm more of a minstrel, humming a different tune to the beat of a relentless ticking inside my chest. Sleep's become as predictable as a cat on a hot tin roof, offering me a stingy three hours or a charitable five, if I'm lucky. Sitting, standing, they're just different dance steps now, each lasting a mere one or two hours. Lifting anything heavier than a small dog - I wouldn't risk it. My sternum and ribs, they're a broken orchestra. This is the ballad of my life post the winter of 2021, post the accident.
Let's spin the vinyl back a little. Picture this: February 9, 2021, dawn was just wiping the sleep from its eyes. I was off to face another day of the grind, the falling snow painting a frozen apocalypse. And then, like a bolt from the blue, this grizzly of a car charges down the highway into my lane. There was no sidestepping this dance. I locked eyes with the terror-struck driver before the world erupted into madness. The collision was a sucker punch, sending my engine into a knock-out. The airbags jumped, but the steering wheel had a power move of its own - it slammed into my chest, breaking my sternum and seven ribs. Inside, I was a horror scene - ruptured spleen and intestines, bleeding together. A heart contusion sent me on a one-way ticket from the world of the living to the realm of heart failure. I managed to dial my wife and son, uttering those three words and a brief explanation about the accident before the curtain fell. The last thing I remember on this side of the living was the EMT saying "Stay awake Phil, stay with us. Don't close your eyes"
Enter, the coma. Six days of Dante's Inferno, only worse. My dreams were battlefields, first underwater, in a giant aquarium, chained down, struggling for breath, pleading for mercy to God to just let me die...it was constant. At one point a nurse told me if I wanted to die, just stop breathing. She was a demon in my head. Then, I was thrust into the trenches, fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with my brothers in arms, from thirty-plus years ago, all donned in Benedictine College uniforms. It was a college I had attended for only one year to play football. The bonds I made back there were stronger than I ever could imagine. These soldiers battling beside me, for my life, all donned patches on their uniforms that read...Ravens Fly High. This war was as real as the words I'm typing out now. Then, my Mary arrived, dressed in her red and white coat. She looked at me, a trembling wreck and asked, "Do you know who I am?" I knew, and I knew she was there to guide me home. Waking up, I found my vision of Mary to be no dream. She was sitting beside me as I came to, still intubated.
And here's a chuckle for you: when Mary asked me if I knew what they'd done to me in the hospital, I deadpanned, "Yes, they've removed my penis." She laughed, assured me it was still intact, to which I popped back, "So it's always going to be this small?"
I clocked in almost two months at the hospital. I was a shell. Numb. Pain was the puppet master, a stark reminder that I was not the director of this drama, titled "My Life". The big guy in the sky was calling the shots. It felt like a painful redemption for my past sins. But, the hospital's ICU team carried me through, pushing me to fight against the odds. Quitting was not an option. I had a wife and a son, waiting for me. I had friends praying for me.
My health struggle is a war that rages on, every day is a battle against pain just to keep existing. I still wrestle with my inner demons. Music remains my solitary solace, my only source of joy. But I wonder, for how much longer?
If you need me for an evening at your home or business, I am as ready as I will ever be....and as ornery as ever.BOOKING NOW