I failed to enjoy chilli and fireworks (no car, way too difficult) and also let Alison down by starting my Saturday five hours too late to stand a chance of not being lame.
When I heard about the news story last week about GAP unknowingly buying materials produced in an Indian sweatshop, I did what any man should. I wrote a song about it. It’s the answer to everything. Iranian nuclear confrontation? Hand me that fucking guitar, I’m gonna get a dropped-D tuning on this one straight away. Tell Ban-ki-Moon he can relax, I’m on top of things. Floods in Mexico? Bust out the piano, I think I can help.
Anyway, in a decision completely unrelated to my previous post, I decided last night to arrange the song for Tabla, Sitar and Xylophone. You can hear the results streamed below. You can also download it to use against me in the future from the music page.