This song is one of the earliest I ever wrote. It probably stems from 1991 or so. My pals in The Escaped Fetal Pigs helped me to flesh it out, though I have played it with many of my other groups. My pals Pogeybait liked it so much they based another song around the music. It's based on a newspaper article I read about an elderly couple's murder-suicide. The wife was apparently suffering from Alzheimer's, and the husband couldn't stand to see her suffer any longer, so he ended things. Given the heavy subject matter, the song can get a bit melodramatic. Since the Pigs were primarily a humorous band, the drummer used to do a lap around the venue during the intro to see if he could make it back in time for his drum part. That helped to undercut the fact that we were turning into a poppy goth band for the next two minutes. Since this recording is solo, I just made the drums kind of crazy. For the weird instrument, I'm blowing on a bottle like I'm in a dollar store jug band (i.e., they can't afford a jug). If anybody wants to hear the song in full melodrama, I have a version with just guitar and vocals from this session. I do prefer this version though. The song is still fun to play though after all these years.
If you need some cheering up after this somewhat depressing tune, then please read my latest novel! It's a comedy!
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