Kind of Like Bud Corts Waltz

I wanted a loose nod to “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues”, so I started it in the rain and ended it with returning to someplace I used to live. But then because of Bud Cort I thought the singer should inexplicably die at the end of each verse. This is how the phrase “going back to Charlotte” has, for me, become a euphemism for death.

That weird broken twangy sound is the Tremoloa. Recorded straight to tape in a ‘74 VW camper bus parked in a duplex garage.