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2 Much Trouble

much trouble?

Nah…

Like Goldilocks, the singer in this song seems to think he’s got just enough trouble.

This is, of course, for those who’ve been paying attention (you know who you are and your gold star is in the mail), the second version of this song in two days.

I didn’t hate the first version (or I wouldn’t have put it up, hey?), despite a number of flaws, not the least of which were heart arhythmia-producing timing lapses. But I like this ver better. Still, you shouldn’t be surprised if, sometime in the next year or so, yet another version pops up here. (But not tomorrow, I swear.) Don’t ask me why I’ve become infatuated with this tune. It’s as mindless as a JayCees mixer, for sure. Yet, somehow, it’s re-ingratiated itself with me after a decade of neglect.

One thing comes to mind… out of hundreds of songs… this is one of the very few tunes one might actually consider a love song. (As opposed, don’t ya know, to broken heart songs, cryin’ in your beer songs, gonna end it all songs, etc…)

You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine…

Christine I’m terrified just holding your hand
Christine you twist me like no one else can
Christine you’re crazy but you got a plan
world domination begins with one man

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine

think we’re gonna try something new, here.

I recorded this a few days ago and put it aside. As I was prepping the file to use it today, trimming the clunks and thunks off the begining and end and outputting it to an mp3, and I sort of got the song caught in my head.

I started singing it out loud (I live by myself — I can do these things) and finally picked up a guitar and started playing the song much more aggressively and decided I really liked it better.

But us database guys hate wasted anything, so I decided to post this one anway — and as soon as I get done with this post, I’m going to hit the big red button and record what I’m hearing in my head right now, and, barring unforseen circumstances, like the sudden onslaught of a bout of good taste or better judgement, I should post that version tomorrow. So, it’ll be an opportunity for comparative analysis and criticism. In fact, for my next project, I think I’ll just do a year’s worth of different versions of this song.

By the way, this is yet another song from the ’96 project, The Barista Cycle. Oh, yeah… and yes, I am painfully aware of how much the tempo varies, sometimes within a bar or two in today’s version. All I can say is, wait’ll you hear tomorrow’s version.

You’re Too Much Trouble, Christine

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine

Christine on a beach, Christine on a plane
Christine in a cafe with the boulevardiers
Christine on the set Christine in my head
Christine in my heart and tearing up my bed

You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine
So Why do I love you, Christine
You’re too much trouble, Christine