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So a few months back, I was fiddling with a slap and pull technique on bass (yes, I know, I was born funkless, so why bother). I was working on a slap and double pull, which when played right, sounds something like boom chi-ta boom chi-ta boom ch-ta. The slap double pull kinda sounds like a railroad steam engine makes. Around that same time, we had a gig at the Full Circle Brewery. With that beat in my head, I wrote a nice set of lyrics for a song about a guy in the turn of the century who is sick of his boring life, ditches his girl, and heads out west on the railroad for a grand adventure. OK, so I wrote the lyrics on a napkin, a normal procedure when writing lyrics in a bar, with every intention of retyping the words on the computer. That never happened. Instead, the napkin sat on my desk for three months… until last week-end, when a certain four legged creature got curios about the contents of my desk… and well, to paraphrase the late Paul Harvey, you know the rest of the story.

PS. Not all is lost. I did recover half of the napkin, so I still have some of the lyrics. They’re sitting on my desk, yes, probably for another six months. And NO, I’m not going to try and get the other half.