Well! – this one happened the way I like it – no messing about
Wrote the tune – the words took a few days.
Originally after the Adam and Eve verse I had one for Samson and Delilah, and another one for Oedipus and his Mum, but I dropped the obvious humour, and kept it as ironic advice for a young man.
2. Figured out how to play it – Recorded it, and well I was walking around in time listening to the play-back I saw my feet in the mirror and had the idea for the video, so,
3. first sunny day Carol and I worked on the dance routine (and painted our toenails) and when the kids came home we recorded it, the memory was full on her phone so we only had one go at it. (I cut out the bits where I was out of time).
I think it looks nice and sunny, hey! have a good Summer!
About the song though, I wanted to write something that used the things people really say as opposed to what gets said in songs. To that extent it’s kind of kitchen sink drama – half a conversation, the male half, explaining how his cheating was partly her fault – there is a level of irony 😉
I’m not talking about my marriage by the way (we’re still all good, honest!), but the fact this guy’s talking like an idiot doesn’t mean I don’t feel it when I sing it.
…or more probably, the words slipped in when that was filling my head; anyhow it was all finished for the day (which was by the way great).
In a way the song felt part of a new beginning too. Having said goodbye to the band and the vague ambition of being on top of the pops a few years before, I realised I was still writing music without any audience and I quite liked that; some people tinker around in sheds I was still messing about with songs, and when friends did finally start to hear them they tended to say they sounded more genuinely like me. For a long time I couldn’t sing the lines,
‘…all the happiness that we can share
’til we look up from rocking chairs
at grown up children on the beach
and swapping smiles from each to each.’
without filling up a bit,
fortunately after a few listens Carol liked it too, even though, like nearly everything I make up, you can’t dance to it….
…well enjoy the picture of our feet anyway, here’s a link
– this is me and my sister buried in the sand at bantham beach, devon quite a long time ago.
I thought ready made sense as track 1 – it’s quite fast and it starts with me very young
in a dream I used to have.
In the dream I’m on a swing; I swing forward and back as the frame gets bigger and bigger until I’m sweeping forwards and back again over the roof of our house;
it keeps getting bigger,
until I’m sweeping high up into clouds and down across whole counties.
I can feel the wind on my face and arms,
until I know I on the next downward sweep won’t be able to hang on any longer;
I grip tight to the chains but as I fly forward gripping, I’m catapulted away through the sky and …
I wake up.
well; I changed it to a bike but you get the idea, a boy wakes up in bed and wonders where he’s going…
the sound affects at the beginning are the bike running and taking flight away from the world. The rest is me looking around my room wondering what I will be, as the lights of cars sweep oblong shadows under my curtains and across the ceiling.
Actually the last time I ever had that dream,I fell from the sky and bounced into a big stack of hay
well yes I did dig a hole – none of your photoshop fakery here.
then I got in it
various pop star poses were adopted
the artistic process was observed
it went on a while…
The idea came from a dream I had where I was walking round these suburban streets pointing out things like a big pot and telling a friend how everything was art (even asleep he’s pretentious). I turned around and in this grass verge of a very normal front garden, a Spanish looking man was buried to the waist standing; as I watched two woman walked from behind and put a marriage veil over his head.
Obviously I woke up and thought that will do for the cover. The hand is held up to resemble the international sign of greeting (I kept my trousers on).
I chopped it up a bit to add a hint of dis-orientation and off-set that with a ‘learning to read’ primary school font in lower case, because it’s nice to look at new things like 7 year old does.
As for the title: ‘over here in the trees’ refers to my finally drawing some attention to myself after all this time (and that joke with the punchline ‘over here on the swings’ – I’ll tell it to you some time )