74 beats per minute. I don’t consciously write music in the 70-75 bpm range, but somehow it just always… happens… to… me. It’s like my binky. It’s like my happy place. There’s another personal cliche here too. Back in the early 90’s I wrote this little ballad thingie that centered around an F major 7 chord moving to an E minor 7. Something about that just clicked with me. Over the years I’ve gone back to it a bunch of times. So often that I kinda have to force myself not to do it. This song does it… sort of. The bridge thing under the two guitar solos does it backward. Emin7 to Fmaj7.
The guitars are all Gibson ES-335 and the amps are all Vox AC15 and Fender Bassbreaker 15. The rhythm parts used a Malaise Forever Black Lives Matter, and the leads used a little Mooer E-Lady into a Klon KTR, into the BLM.
won’t necessarily come to be
won’t necessarily mean a thing
so come to some decision
don’t necessarily think of me
Is there a reason it’s happening
Is this what you’ve been imagining
I don’t care what they’re saying
It seems like it is unraveling
How do you justify the things that you do
its like you try to make the evil shiine through
yeah I’ve been thinking, yeah I’ve been wondering
how could we ever let this nightmare come true