when i hear muzak versions of hits, my ears transfix on how they did it.
when a piano string breaks, i don’t expect to be blamed
when bananas are spotty i don’t expect them perfect inside.
when people meet me and say i love your music, they mean blue rodeo.
when odetta kissed my hands after my set, i thought she might take me on the road.
when ani difranco threw her arms around me after my set, i thought she might take me on the road.
when the barenaked ladies took me on the road, i didn’t expect it to be so awkward.
when i tried the samsung they left me regretting years of iphone.
when i sent Frank Davies that commercial song i didn’t expect the mansplaining response.