Trigger warning: Song about domestic violence.
This originally started out as a song about recovering from the end of a marriage involving domestic violence. Then after watching some relationships close to me, it took a twist at the end and got more complicated, with a flavor of co-dependency so the ending is sadder and more wistful than the original practically dancing on the grave.
I wrote this on a paper placemat in a restaurant in Melbourne,
Australia after doing a tour of the Great Ocean Road and hearing a bit
of its history. Nearby diners were either amused or confused as the
waitress kept trying to put the food on the placemat and I kept pushing
it away because I didn’t want to lose the melody and my train of thought.
Spouses have been waiting for their loved ones to return from business
trips for centuries. This story happens at Christmas.
2001 was an eventful year for many reasons. I wrote this to sing with
some friends at a new years eve party.
I wrote this after listening to an NPR interview with people in
Harwood, North Dakota in 1997 after floods had surrounded the entire
town. As it later turned out, 1997 was one of the better years.
Fictional small town life with no need for city excitement.
When your SO wants to know what to buy you for your birthday/christmas
etc.
A tale of someone who wrote stories for his children and now wants to
write them down for posterity.
Denver Airport, United ticket counter, 1989. Or an urban myth. In any
event, I wrote this version for a flight crew going from Detroit to
New York after police were called to eject an unruly first class
passenger from the plane.
Written for a relative’s wedding. Nothing deep, just a pleasant little
song.
Sometimes the Jabberwock wins. And sometimes it should.
Many sailing ships wrecked on the southeast coast of Australia. This
is one that survived.