Johnny Mathis’ Feet, by American Music Club.
Today’s the day we find out what it sounds like when I point the microphone in the wrong direction! Spoiler: The guitar sounds great. The vocal, well, depends what you think of my vocals. I’m no Mark Eitzel, but I have a soft spot for this song and this album by American Music Club. It’s definitely another from the “heard this at the record store where I worked as a teenager” collection.
A few (?) years later, I saw Eitzel play… somewhere? I feel like that was still in New York, maybe in some Knitting Factory space, but I’m also a little suspicious it was years (!) later in California? But not at the actual Great American Music Hall, though I did make it there with my wife to see a friend play in one of the premier Frank Zappa bands the week we got engaged.
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This was my first favorite song off that album, but if you haven’t heard it, save some space for “I’ve Been A Mess.”
Also, the apostrophe in the song title really needs to be one of those terrible s's jobs, but that would just leave me trying to write around it, and “I lay all my songs at the feet of Johnny Mathis” wouldn’t work nearly as well.