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Hobo Supper They say that every Southern fairy tale begins, "Y'all ain't gonna believe this sh_t." Well, probably the same holds true here. Paul McCartney inspired this song. I was listening to an interview he did with Terry Gross in which he related the creation of "Yesterday". According to McCartney, he dreamed the melody. Hard for me to imagine since I usually dream about such profound matters as being chased out of my house by cat burgling Jehovah's Witnesses and suddenly finding myself in a busy mall only to discover that somehow I forgot to put on my pants. At any rate, McCartney has this great melody he's literally dreamed up and then sticks in a scratch vocal based on English food groups. Something like, "Scrambled eggs, scrambled eggs and English peas." It sounded like a great technique, so I went home, went to sleep, woke up, and since no nocturnal muse bothered to visit, had to get my melody the old-fashioned way - slogging away on my guitar. After which I threw in my own scratch lyric based on Southern food groups, "You can have some catfish, you can have some Cole slaw. . . . " I waited patiently for the muse to hand over, as it apparently had to McCartney, the lyric for a classic pop tune. After some time, I gave up and began trying to write a story around my "meal". The story eventually devolved into cannibalism. On this cut, John Magnie plays the grand while Steve does his magic with a tambourine. Sean faithfully fills up matters with the bass. Originally, I had in mind using the electric to answer some of the vocals, but John's soulful piano fills changed my mind. Magnie is indeed Mr. Soulfinger. If you see me perform the song live, there are no solos. Instead you get an additional verse, a bit of added insult from the widow: "So go to the pump, wash your face and hands while I start supper in
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