Red Jacket Orchards
November 27th, 2006
Bought some delicious juice at a local farmers market from a place called ‘Red Jacket Orchards’. Growing up there was a 8-foot fence that separated my backyard from an expansive orchard, and all I could see were the tops of trees. I always wondered what it would be like to live there.
As is often the case, the lyrics don’t mean anything, but it’s always nice to have words prepared when there’s a microphone in front of me. The music does a pretty good job of describing the terrain on its own.
I Don’t Have the Stomach
November 26th, 2006
Mike wrote the music, I wrote the words. The fair-trade deal with Carne Asada. He sent me the original audio while he was undergoing some gastrointestinal distress, hence the title. So of course after you look at something for a few weeks you can’t imagine it being called anything else, and you’d break the legs of someone who would suggest such a thing. Fortunately, it never came to that. I think Mike is much better now. The lyrics to the song have nothing to do with being physically ill. Something to do with yo-yo-ing bus rides from Boston to New York and the better-off-unpondered ponderables one ponders upon.
Dream Deep of You
November 26th, 2006
The aftermath of Punishing Good Deeds. Took about 1/8 the time. I originally amused myself by thinking of this as the fallout of an 80’s style-conflagration, sort of like Nightranger, Loverboy, and REM going up in a hot air balloon and getting plowed into by Def Leppard in a Lear, but now, I’m not really sure what it is. But then again I had very little idea what was going on in the 80’s when I was actually there. Listen closely and you can hear Sonny telling Michael to try and get Luca Brasi on the phone.