She's My Baby
Singing Cowboy vibes
Happy Tuesday,
And Happy New Year, too, I reckon.1
I’m still a little confused about time, I must admit.
Reading this article at NPR about time makes me feel less sheepish about my confusion.
I am also confused about how it is that I recorded this song demo 25 years ago:
In the grayish player above, the song is playable as an mp3. In the Bandcamp player, it is a playable as a wav file. Either way, I’d be flattered if you gave me 2 minutes and 44 seconds of your time with this sloppy jam.
This song shares something with last week’s addition to the FTMUFOMMTS, “The Four Seasons,” in that it was recorded as a 4-track cassette demo in 1998 by me, Faux Jean, and then recorded and released by the Faux Band in 2006 on the album “Light it Up / Burn it Down.”
My band was very tolerant of my country leanings at that time, which I’d picked up listening to my parents’ Willie Nelson and Ray Price records, among others.
Nobody spoke up and said, “Uh, Faux, ain’t we supposed to be an indie-rock band?”
I am grateful for that.
I’ve always been bothered by the idea of genre, of putting ideas into specific boxes to sell them, but that’s what the market demands, it seems.
And so, for “She’s My Baby ‘98 (demo),”
maybe we’ll just call the genre “Singing Cowboy.”
I think that’s a nice box to live in sometimes.2
It is easier to sell things when they’re in a box, no?
Take marbles, for example, you’re going to want a box to sell those, or at least a little bag that’s tied with string at the top, right?
Yes, so for this week, at least, for this “chunk of time,” if you will, think of me as a singing cowboy, and tell all your friends that you’ve been listening to a singing cowboy, as I remain your humble servant,
OX&C,
Faux Jean
Here are the lyrics, more or less:
she’s my baby
my little girl
i love her and i need her
more than this whole world
kiss me once or twice on the lips
oh, that’s nice, and she’s my girl
she’s my baby
my little one
and she works her little fingers
right down to the bone
kiss me once or twice on the lips
oh, that’s nice
now work those little fingers to the bone
baby i’m ready
she’s my baby
my little boo
and i ride her up and down around the bluff
till she says whoop-dee-loo
kiss me once or twice on the lips
oh, that’s nice
work those little fingers to the bone and she’s my girl
she’s my baby
Imagine if folks got as excited about saying “Happy Tuesday” as they do “Happy New Year.” Just a thought.
Least of all at Halloween dances with your children in 2018.