Okay, the song is officially DONE. Just finished the final mix earlier tonight.
And I gotta tell ya, as a warning - I just
might have crossed a line or two on this one. This may very well be the meanest, most vicious song I've ever written, and I've written songs about murdering boy bands in cold blood. This one
might actually offend some of you (I say
might because I seem to be a terrible judge of what offends people; I'm still bitter over my "smurf-smurf in a smurf" joke bombing at my cousin's birthday. Some five-year-olds just can't take a joke, y'know?) But no matter how low my blows get on this song, rest assured that I have blown no lower than the one who inspired it in the first place.
Speaking of which, you'll notice that nowhere in the lyrics did I mention the person by name, nor do I intend to spell it out anywhere, because I am VERY (probably needlessly) paranoid about libel and slander accusations. Besides, I don't need to tell
you people. You were THERE. You know
exactly who I'm talking about. Feel free to share theories, but as far as I'm officially concerned, theories are all they are.
This song was intended as a style parody of some of the earlier work of a musician I'm sure many of you are quite familiar with, though in the studio we experimented a bit with the instrumentation. I have to give TREMENDOUS props to the band backing me up, without whom this song would not exist, causing you all to instead download 4 minutes and 37 seconds of silence for some reason. On keyboards (ALL keyboards),
Henry Salvia; on bass,
Paul Olguin; on drums,
Paul Revelli; on pedal steel guitar and producing,
Joe Goldmark; on the other, smaller type of guitar,
Hank Maninger; and recording, engineering and mixing it all,
Garth Webber at
Red Rooster Studios in lovely Berkeley, CA. I literally can't thank those guys enough for being so extremely bloody talented and brilliant and rocking and inexplicably indulgent of my desire to construct such a complex song around such an esoteric topic.
So please, sit back and enjoy the link I'm sure you've all already jumped to - an enraged, bitter slice of majestic little ditty that I like to call
"SKJ".