There Ain't No One
I began writing this in the early 70's. It started as kind of an up bop tune. Then I wrote some some words, probably when I was drunk and had been stood up or dumped. but they stayed in my head somewhere all these years.
A little while ago, i heard Brazzaville and some of the feels they were getting seemed to fit this chord progression and melody.
The "band" contains sounds from the triton rack, the music was programmed in Digital Performer, the vocal recording was done in Logic Pro as was some mixing and mastering.
The Lead vocals hang around the style of Mose Allison or Michael Franks. I had been working on them and completed the singing in room 1810 at the Riviera Hotel in Vegas, June 29, 2011
The background vocals somehow recalled the Grass Roots or perhaps Classics IV to me.
The instrumentation is intentionally sparser than my usual work to reflect the theme of the lyrics. It contains bass, drum kit and shakers, guitar and a piano solo.
I've always had trouble writing music by filling "containers", picking a format, then writing music to it. As a result, this particular tune has no real verse-chorus-bridge type format. It's really a verse that contains everything and somehow ended up with a 2 beat bar. That wasn't by design, but seemed to flow organically when I wrote the tune. I tried on several occasions to fit this to a more conventional format but was unsuccessful.
For some reason or another I've had a general sense of loneliness, even though I have many people in my life. It's not what some people describe as "apartness" or "people don't understand me" or "separateness", just some kind of melancholy and isolation. I know I bring much of this on myself, and some of it is just the result of the time it takes to learn an instrument and to write. But at the time, especially when I was drinking quite a bit and the kind of guy your mother wouldn't want you hanging around with, the feeling was acute. That's when I wrote these words. For me they still recall my general mood of my life. Looking at them again, the interpretation is that I the solitude is self imposed against my wishes.
Either that or this is just a display of maudlin self-pity.