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The child in the middle
Shelflife
My parents were madly in love. The trouble was it was with other people!
My father would hone his lethario skills in various countries he travelled too as he worked to sell aircraft parts. Luckily for him it was a lucrative trade and whilst travelling he would live like a king whilst we back at home also shared in his riches.
As a result of his absences my mother would often introduce my sister and I over breakfast to long lost “uncles” we had never heard of until we met them. My sister was older than me and looked on knowingly while I in my pre pubescent days would jangle the shiny dollars uncle had given me and plan my next purchase, content in my innocence.
When together my parents would constantly argue. Not aggressively or over frighteningly but more in a comic manner with occasional dark Lenny Bruce overtones. Despite this they managed to stay together (legally if not geographically) until my father died, which was not in the arms of a nubile South American temptress but whilst mowing the front lawn on one of his occasional visits home.
I have taken the amazingly good creative talents of three fine artists and used them to tell the story of those heady days. The lyrics are not a straight narrative of my experiences but the individual lines burst out helping me recall things that happened during those times.
I have placed Kara and the Admiral’s vocals in different audio spaces and rephrased and pitch adjusted them to fit Javolenus’ beautiful guitar playing which has remained unprocessed.
So join me as we travel back to those crazy days that I wouldn’t change for the world….despite the slight disfunctionality it has wrought on me.
My father would hone his lethario skills in various countries he travelled too as he worked to sell aircraft parts. Luckily for him it was a lucrative trade and whilst travelling he would live like a king whilst we back at home also shared in his riches.
As a result of his absences my mother would often introduce my sister and I over breakfast to long lost “uncles” we had never heard of until we met them. My sister was older than me and looked on knowingly while I in my pre pubescent days would jangle the shiny dollars uncle had given me and plan my next purchase, content in my innocence.
When together my parents would constantly argue. Not aggressively or over frighteningly but more in a comic manner with occasional dark Lenny Bruce overtones. Despite this they managed to stay together (legally if not geographically) until my father died, which was not in the arms of a nubile South American temptress but whilst mowing the front lawn on one of his occasional visits home.
I have taken the amazingly good creative talents of three fine artists and used them to tell the story of those heady days. The lyrics are not a straight narrative of my experiences but the individual lines burst out helping me recall things that happened during those times.
I have placed Kara and the Admiral’s vocals in different audio spaces and rephrased and pitch adjusted them to fit Javolenus’ beautiful guitar playing which has remained unprocessed.
So join me as we travel back to those crazy days that I wouldn’t change for the world….despite the slight disfunctionality it has wrought on me.