Quasi Una Zombie Fantasia

Today’s post is me playing—and singing!—a song I wrote myself.

I didn’t go back to playing with a pick. My heart’s just not in that. I like finger-style.

I posted the lyrics to this song a long time ago but I think it’s the kind of thing that’s better watched and listened to rather than just read. The third verse—yes, I had to struggle through playing and singing three verses—is a kind of solo that doesn’t transcribe well.

(And yes, the third verse of this song is a kind of allusion to the wild dogs in Makeup, Jazz And Wild Dogs. It’s me crying out in the night, growing restless, longing for some solitary company. The difference, of course, is that Toto goes for melodrama and I go for comedy.)

So as the world counts down to Halloween, here is my Halloween love song.

It’s about a zombie. And it’s about love. It’s about loving a zombie.

Someday before the world completely converts to Taylor Momsen’s reality I’m hoping I’ll meet someone who can feel this way about me.