I’m in Arizona for 8 days with 12 guys. We hit a white ball onto green bits of desert and occasionally stray outside the fairways and have to bang clubs on the ground to let rattle snakes know we are coming as we look for the errant ball. Before I left I recorded a song for a children’s album that is being released for charity.
I chose ‘There was an old woman who swallowed a fly’ and had a lot of fun working out an arrangement. I played it on a tenor guitar I have recently acquired and it sounds, well, good. Woody Guthrie wrote hundreds of kid’s songs. I liked this one because it’s ridiculous and she dies in the end. My version might scare kinds but they would probably like that. Anyhow, a starting time in the desert beckons and a ton of angst awaits as I try to do something I used to do very well but now I’m falling away. I think this rather eclectic diary entry is due to reading interviews with Tom Waits in a book on the flight over. It’s called ‘Innocent When You Dream’.