Yet another girl-name song from 1996’s Barista Cycle, a project that marked what was pretty much my last real stab at playing and recording rock music. The concept, at the outset, was to write an album’s worth of songs using the names of the then-current (distaff) staff of my favorite coffeehouse as a jumping off point.
The style was to have been (to quote my then-self) a “mutant hybrid cross between the Sex Pistols and the Beach Boys.” But… surprise, surprise, I found I was neither Brian Wilson nor Johnny Rotten and certainly not someone who could blend, as I had initially visualized, the catchy gutter punk of the Pistols with the lush harmonies of classic Beach Boys.
Below, you’ll find the current AYoS reading of the song, recorded last night, the ’96 Barista Cycle version, and (at Soundclick.com, using their funky Flash-based player) an electronic version from 2000 with a rolling, downtempo /bigbeat rhythmic frame and rapped lyrics. (It’s the latter from which we stole the cool green neon title image that leads this post.)