Gospel for the rest of us?

The requisite nostalgic elegy.

The opener must be uptempo, right?

A song about a horse race, or a song about a race horse. RIP, strong filly. We're so sorry for what was done to you.

Dia de Muertos, of course.

Using a technique copped from David Byrne (similar to the process Jagger and Richards call "a vowel movement"), this tune began as a riff and chords, then as melody with nonsense syllables until some words volunteered to occupy the lyric space.

Walked into the rehearsal room one September first, banged out the major chords on fresh strings, found the 6/8 meter, and thought of friends whose relationship was being severely tested.

Written so long ago (1983 or so?), when I was listening to a lot of REM.

God, I wonder how we let it go so wrong.

Yep, a true story.

Isn't the music business full of cautionary tales? "Be careful what you wish for!"

Sure, it's a borrowed rhythmic trope, so what? :-)

I think I fell short, although I was aiming pretty high -- Otis Redding, maybe? As it is, it's not in Redding territory, but I'm okay with that.

Love, you are the air that I breathe.

Gospel for the rest of us?

The requisite nostalgic elegy.

The opener must be uptempo, right?

Well done!

That's a great sound. ¡Bien hecho!

A song about a horse race, or a song about a race horse. RIP, strong filly. We're so sorry for what was done to you.

Dia de Muertos, of course.