Yer So Bad, by Tom Petty.
Drove through Chapel Hill last weekend, and it reminded me of Gainesville. Or maybe I just don’t have a good point of reference for what a University is supposed to look like outside a city. My cassette tape of Full Moon Fever? Probably gone after the last few storage closet clean-outs, but I kept it around for long enough. Free Fallin’ was so stupidly pure, a weird counterpoint to just about everything that was around at the same time. Not sure how it would be received now. It probably sounds like an actual Oldie.
This song was always fun to play and sing and goof on, so here we are. “Oh you want me to solo on the Am pentatonic scale? 13-year-old Ryan here, ready to do some business.”
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Second guitar track for that solo, and one backing vocal. And that’s all.
I have a lot of “hard” songs building up for longer weekend projects, but I probably need to change my routine if I’m going to pull some of those off, layering in tracks earlier in the day so there’s not so much to do late at night, alone in the basement. Or is that how this is supposed to work? š