This marked a turning point of sorts. I bought a small four-channel mixer and it dramatically improved our sound; making it much cleaner and.allowing us to place our instruments where we wanted them in the mix.
Second, I was more comfortable playing bass. This song was largely written around the bass riff, which itself is a variation of a "walking bass line," a musical structure commonly found in rock and blues.
Third, I was taking more chances with the vocals. Follow along as I bravely flout stale old conventions like starting the verses and chorus on the beat and with some grasp of the correct lyrics. I've helpfully indicated (with a "-->") the boo-boos, though they should be quite obvious to anyone with ears. For comparison see the second chorus, marked with "***." That's the way it was meant to sound. (In fairness, we were writing this on the spot, and this was my first attempt at it.)
And fourth, but by no means least, I was visited by the Spirit of Woo! By which I mean the apparently-spontaneous ejaculations (no, let's not go there) that rock vocalists pepper their songs with. Such as: Woo! and Woo-Hoo! and that perennial favorite [Name of city here] rocks! *
There are two reasons for this. One reason is to show that the lead singer is inspired to emit these primal yelps to demonstrate his deep communion with the music, and also that he isn't Barry Manilow.
The second reason is that the lead singer has completely lost his place in the song and is shouting out random gibberish until the music swings around to some portion he recognizes. There's a bit of both in this one.
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With a practised eye
She estimates your size
Measures the future
like some cosmic tailorWill be the grieving widow
appraising the undertaker
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--> Her banker's phone number
Right next to yours
Her broker broke her heart
But her doctor found a cure
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--> Something something
something something
something something
And a jeweler's loupeShe's got her eyes on dollars
But Krugerrands will do
She'll settle for a certified cheque
Money order, too
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***
[Chorus x 1)
-------------------------------------------------[Verse]
--> Her accountant wants an audit
Her lawyer wants it signed
Her psychic is complanin'
Cannot tead my mindShe's a cold golddigger
I'd be best to drop her soon
She's got rabbit on her shoulders
She's lookin' at raccoon
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You might recall a couple of years ago Kanye West (with Jamie Foxx) had a song with the same theme and name. Video above.
I don't recall seeing a Negro in the basement at the time, so I'm baffled as to where he got the idea. Nevertheless, I humbly submit that my line "She's got rabbit on her shoulders/She's lookin' at raccoon" is 14.73% funnier than anything West has written **, or is likely to, in the foreseeable future.
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* Do try to get the name of the city right. Also, even if you are of the opinion that said city in fact sucks worse than Moose Junction, Manitoba on a Saturday night. it is probably an impolitic idea to announce it from the stage. Save it for your memoirs.
** I should exempt the 1,526 (approx.) videos, interviews, etc., in which West compares himself (favorably) to Jesus Christ. That's comedy gold, man. As the prophet M.C. Hammer foretold: "U Can't Touch This."
How right you were, M.C., how right you were.
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