It all started with innocently enough.... Pt 1

'I want you to write a song'. 

The person who threw this 'ball' up into the air for me.... we'll call him 'Pauly' to keep his anonymity safe.... gave me a title, nothing else. I had to write the lyrics and work out a tune.

Me?

I know like.... 4 chords on the guitar and 4 or 5 on the Uke! And when I say 'know', I mean if I've got them up in front of me, I'll kind of half assed remember which fingers go where. Although, I think I've mastered the 'Adventure Time' opening theme and most of 'Bacon Pancakes' as well. So maybe I am kinda sorta qualified to mash a random song together? I mean, how hard can it be? I've written poems in the past (Oh GOD.... teenage love was baaaad, but I can be a sensitive cunt sometimes 😛). I've written a book, I can string words together and make them make sense....

Hmmmmm.....

The title 'Pauly' gave unto me.....

'Unless you are my pillow, you'll never see me cry....' 

HaHA fuckin' brilliant! Love it 😆

Ok.... A Country AND Western song sounds like a goer? About lost love? Or a lost ..... something? What would make me cry into my pillow? 

Hmmmm..... IF I LOST BACON!!!! OMG fucking YES. But why would I lose bacon? 

Hmmmm.... Ok... a visit to the doctor? 

And on it flowed.

Now, one of the good things about being a Postie is that, once you're out on the road, you can kinda 'pop' things into the back of your mind and let them either germinate and evolve, or die a natural death. I've pondered over quite a few issues in the past like this and it's normally turned out ok. It's even a bonus at the moment, being a Postie on a Pushie, as there's less noise ringing in my ears and it's a bit more peaceful and relaxed.

So over the next few days, I kinda sorta worked out three verses. Or a framework of said verses. Had a basic idea of the tune and tempo... all was going well. 

And then fuckin' BAM.... an epiphany! I was just walking down the street, humming an old Jeff Healey song, Blue Jeans Blues .... and it fit.... kinda... well the tempo did anyway. A nice, cruisy, bluesy type of tune. And then, a few hours later.... anther BAM! This time, George Thorogoods 'I Drink Alone'. Well.... the basic structure of the lyrics. And I KNOW I can sing that style of deep, raspy blues.

Fuck!!!! This might actually work.... what kinda started out, in my mind, as a bit of a laugh might just actually turn out decent.

Stay tuned avid readers, he next instalment might just include a YouTube video of us singing our new break-away hit song.

Hey... it worked for that guy who wrote 'Get a Haircut and get a Real Job'!

Taj Mahal and Keb' Mo'\