It was a stormy afternoon on the rain spattered patio of a rundown little motel north of Ensenada in 1981. The ocean raged against the rocks just beyond the edge of the unpainted concrete patio.
I’d pulled a plain wooden chair out of the room onto the slab and I sat there, a six pack of Bohemia or maybe Negra Modelo in a sack next to the chair and a bottle of Sauza Extra next to it.
Sea spray mixed with rain coated me and my guitar — a $20 special I’d picked up on an earlier trip — but how often do you get to write songs with the ocean crashing literally at your feet and the sky roiling like a time lapse movie. I wrote three songs that afternoon. Two of them were pretty good, as my songs go. I had just broken up with a girl I’d gone with for nearly 3 years, so I had a lot of songrwiting energy, I guess.
Anyhow, though I wrote it a quarter century ago, there’s never really been a proper recording. I decided to do something about that, but these things are never a direct path from point a to point b for me. This rough demo is sort of a snapshot along the way. What do I like in it? The snare brush. I think that’s pretty cool. That’s about the only thing I’d come close to keeping, at this point.
previous AYoS version [folk]
LOOKING FOR TROUBLE
Some people say
Love is a game
but I’m telling you now that I wasn’t playing
when I fell in love with you
Here I go again
Looking for reasons where there aren’t any reasons
Here I go again
looking for trouble… I’m already in trouble
That day in my car
don’t say you don’t know
You held me so close
begging me to let go
I told myself you were just confused
Here I go again . . .
You always said
that it was fate
I’m telling you now
that I was framed
when I fell in love with you
Here I go again . . .
A dog barks
the wind howls through the night
I whisper your name and
stare in the fire
I can’ keep myself from calling out to you
Here I go again
Looking for reasons where there aren’t any reasons
Here I go again
looking for trouble… I’m already in trouble
(C)1981, TK Major
