Faux Dreamers,
Here is this week’s song addition to the “Mixed Up Files:” (please give it a spin)
In the past 24 hours, I’ve:
Gone to Disneyland
Played many card games with a sick child who stayed home from school with a scratchy throat (day after disney blues?)
Picked up the dog from the sitter. (Thanks Ann!)
Took dog to the beach and then later for a disappointingly shorter-than-normal walk (no hard feelings, right Teenie?)
Dropped children off at school
Picked children up from school
Drove kids to rehearsals
Drove kids to baseball practice
Helped coach baseball practice
Prepared Breakfast Lunch and Dinner for groups of various sizes
Did laundry
Showered and shaved.
Uploaded one “Mixed Up File” to Volume 7 of the evolving album series over at Bandcamp.
All of this left too little time to write a good bit here, for which I beg your forgiveness.
But I will say before leaving that this song came to me in 2004-5 when I was living in the Tyler Street Warehouse, and it left me somewhat perplexed at the time.
In love, but perplexed.
I yelled into the guitar pickup “Take 35!” when recording the lead guitar because I had tried to record the part so many times I was losing my mind.
Ol’ scratchy throat said I should lose the “siren sounding guitars,” not realizing they are there forever and ever.
And it took 35 tries, dammit.
I remain your humble servant,