I'm not a sports fan. Never have been, never will be. I've been hearing the hipsters squawk about Sportsball and the Sportland Sports a lot lately, and I have to admit I've fallen into this trap a lot myself - "Football is the one with pointy ends, right?" - and I have a hard time feeling bad about it. Not caring about the Superbowl is at least as cool as personally being in it, if you bring it up in the right company.
Couple that with the fact that my fiancee is doing a high school production of Damn Yankees, in which there's a lot of discussion of "Baseball Widows" - the wives of those poor souls who become so enamored of the Great American Pastime that the basically drop off the face of the planet for the entire season, leaving their wives alone. Stir the pot, and you get this song: Sportsball Widow, the first installment of FAWM 2015, right on schedule. (Don't hold your breath that we'll stay that way.)
I wrote this song between teaching private music lessons at the New Windsor Music Academy on the first, and finished the recording today in my home studio in Mamaroneck. Everything you hear in the recording was played or programmed by me. It's a little rough around the edges, but everything you hear was the result of a single hour of recording - this is a challenge about working for speed, after all. Once the challenge is over, I'll probably go back and re-record any songs I feel really good about.
You can watch Sportsball
All night long if you want to;
I don’t know enough about it to care.
Tally up the touchdowns
Countin’ down the quarters like you’re running out of air…
But when that clock runs down,
You’re gonna look around
And I’ll be gone.
After the season’s done
And you’ve had your fun,
I will be running off
To where the grass is greener
And the yard lines disappear;
Then you can watch Sportsball
And I won’t be here.
Yeah, you can watch Sportsball
Call your friends on the telephone
Turn them loose, and treat the house like a barn.
Tear the place apart, dear,
And act like I’m the one who’s acting bizarre
When I don’t cheer…
Go on and cheer!
You won't mind if I'm not here?...