LIGHTNING ROUND DAY 2.
Oh, I forgot to mention that there is one manner in which I intend to preserve randomness in the Lightning Round: the cover images. I'm basically doing a google image search on the song title and selecting the first image that (A) does not relate to the actual song in question, and (B) is big enough to look okay in a square on the blog. In this case, well, I guess the Pussycat Dolls did a song with the same title as this one. Live and learn. Learn dumb shit, but still.
In any case, I created this arrangement of this song a long time ago, and I can't quite remember why. It was very early in my singing days. To be clear on that, I started playing guitar and performing in bands around the time I was 16, and I have always sung backup, but almost never sang lead. Various people at various times basically told me my voice sucked, and what I heard when I put a half-ass effort into trying it seemed to confirm that. There's also the fact that the person to whom I was basically married for 12 years, probably the 12 years of my life when I was most likely to amount to anything in rock and roll, was awfully adamant about my inability to sing, which was a bit of a barrier.
There was a period after my last ill-advised band ran aground in the mid-'90s (due, ironically, to the same person's spectacular failings as a rock and roll singer and frontperson) when I didn't do much with music at all, but at some point I made a halting start at being able to play and sing at the same time (for the duration of a song, that is, not the here-and-there of harmony singing, which was never that tough for me). I don't remember the specifics, but it came in two stages, and it was during the first one that I had the idea to take this song and recast it as boisterous folk-revival arrangement somewhat akin to (once again) The Kingston Trio's version of "When the Saints Go Marching In" (which I think may have been borrowed from the Weavers anyway) and probably a few other such "clever" recastings. There would follow a period when I went into a recording collaboration that put me off singing again, and then Miranda was born, inspiring me to start singing and playing for her. I'm much clearer on the tunes I learned then, because I played them for her over and over again; some of them have cropped up on 39-40 already ("What Goes On", and in a few amendments to my assigned songs, most recently the entirety of "Bye Bye Pride" tacked onto the tail of "Needle-in-a-Haystack Girls"). That would've been 2001, and was also the commencement of a period of songwriting and just-for-the-hell-of-it demo recording which led directly to the formation of Skates & Rays-- in the attempt to recruit Derek, the drummer from that last bad band, into the recording project, I gave him a disc of the demos and suggested working on those instead, insisting that I sing them, and so I learned at rather an advanced age to do the kind of stuff I do now. There's way more to that story, some of it incredibly anguished, but I gotta go bash out another dozen or so of these tunes, so, like, bye.