After writing/arranging, recording, and mixing the first five sections of The Wasteland, I found myself a bit spent, and struggling with the final movement, so I took a few days off to back away from it. I finally returned to it tonight, and, renewed, even managed to squeeze an extra track from it. Thus concludes the tour. Enjoy! [more inside]
Let's call it EMOldtimey. Or, really, let's not. It's not a damned clean rendition, but with this old heartbreaker you don't have to be. My pre-verbal niece was purported to love it, and that's good enough for me.
A song about songwriting.
Pithy titles and me: not talking right now. A catchy little pop tune about domestic surveilance.
By god, it's a bluegrass song! Thought of it because of this superlative Williams interpretation.