Friday, September 8, 2017


This is one of my favs of the songs I wrote - but it needs quite a bit of production. The harmonica has to wail away into the echoing distance. (No echo here...& my voice is crimped as if I sang this song in a closet. JUST LIKE THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA. This is A SONG THAT COOKS, but you'll have to intuit the drums, the echo the lead guitar intertwining with the wailing harmonica. Even as is, I love this song. Because it gives me an idea of what can be.
(C)1990-2017 by W.G. Milne

      II remember it was about 4:30 A.M. and I was walking along Queen Street in Toronto in the pre-dawn hours, following along the streetcar tracks, which were gleaming in the distant street light and there was a fine rain falling a wind was blowing the leaves in the trees...
       And a ship's whistle blew up from the Great Lakes. The wind was fresh, there was moisture in the air... and as dawn was approaching, I almost wanted to dance. I picked my harmonica from my shirt pocket and I started playing this tune.
        And then the words came verse after verse and I sat down on the stairs of the post office and I wrote down two verses. Then I got up and walked some more, doing the occasional twirl. A fierce joy possessed me - as if the sky and the stars and the street and the wind up from the waters of the lakes and even the trolley tracks along the way all jumped up together and wrote this song.

        This is just about the first take of the song, with no effects, no echo, no backup except the chorous around me of sky and street sounds...

         I haven't recorded it properly, of course, this will take a real studio and a certain amount of sobriety on my part.

         Still this is my first kick at the can... and I'm not sorry to share it with you even

here in it's unfinished state. I hope you can get just a little taste of the feeling involved.

          This is my first attempt at singing this song, but it won't be the last --- if the river don't rise and the bridge wash out.

(C) 2017 by W.G. Milne

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