Despite the title, this is an original composition – one of mine, in other words, and the first I’ve graced this project with. Possibly also the last.
I’ve written some straight songs (he said, very reluctantly) but… this isn’t one of them. Except inasmuch as it’s a deep and meaningful examination of the experience of waiting to go on at a folk club, while someone does an unexpectedly long version of Sir P. S. (I never did get on that night, either. Ha!)
Daft, I call it.