When we came down to cut the lead break on this song, I didn't have my Strat or my Yamaha Image Deluxe to work with. All that was in the building was a Fender Santa Rosa, Fender's attempt to come up with a solid-body guitar that could sound like an acoustic. (I have to grade it with a, 'meh' for effort.) Since it was late and my other axes were miles away, I dialed in a sound from the Digitech GSP7 that I had and started wailing. Things went fairly well until we got to the lead break. I couldn't find a single riff that was worth playing twice. I was in the live room, sitting on a tall stool--Chuck was in the control booth, looking down at me through glass. As I continued to flail about for something vaguely melodic, I wrapped about myself more and more around the guitar until I at least one knee was under it while the neck protruded from my body as though it were growing out of me. When we first started, I would play, stumble, quit, ask Chuck to re-wind and then say 'yes' when he was ready to roll. At midpoint in the effort, I no longer said a word. I'd play, stop and curse inwardly. Chuck would rewind tape and ask if I were ready. I'd grunt and away we'd go. I finally got so royally pissed off, that the next time Chuck rolled tape, I just said . . . words that are not family friendly, but which captured all of my frustration quite nicely. I then proceeded to just bang out any old thing my fingers happened to stumble upon. When we listened to that playback, we were smiling.
How long my career as an amateur contortionist lasted, I don't know, but I can tell you that I didn't move from that stool until I had the sound that's on the song now. It's a 34 second lead-break. I spent 45 minutes to get it.
ah, art!
lyrics
I throw my song out upon the water,
As the ships slowly slide across the moon.
I tried to love the ocean's daughter, but the tide ran out too soon.
But the tide ran out too soon.
Will anybody miss me when I'm gone?
Will I vanish in the early light of dawn?
Will I take the one straight road that leads to home?
Will anybody miss me when I'm gone.
My footprints follow me in the moonlight
As I turn my back on another weary day.
A working-man's blues is my only birthright.
Let the tide come in and wash it all away.
Let the tide come in and wash it all away.
Will anybody miss me when I'm gone.
Will I take the one straight rode that leads to home?
Will an echo of my music linger on?
Will anybody miss me when I'm gone.
I throw my spirit out across the water
And I know I'm reaching 'way beyond the moon.
I am searching for the nightwind's only daughter.
I think I'm going home and leaving soon.
Yeah, I think I'm going home and leaving soon.
Will anybody miss me when I'm gone?
Will I vanish in the early light of dawn?
Will and echo of my music linger on?
Will anybody miss me when I'm gone?
Will anybody miss me when I'm gone?
credits
from Twistin' in the Wind: Redux,
released February 14, 2017
Pete Grubbs--bass, guitars, keyboards, vocals
Von Winger--drums
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