"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, Worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times.
Come, yet again, come, come."
A few months back Matt [The Morning Hollows] and I were trying to work on a song based around this tune that Matt wrote. I never could get the vibe quite right, so it lay dormant for a few months. But I recently read Lula’s “Puppycat” and thought HEYYYY THAT COULD WORK!
So here it is…a jazzy, raucous 1920’s New York jazz club, smoke filled bar version of “Puppycat”