{"id":173,"date":"2006-03-04T07:59:00","date_gmt":"2006-03-04T07:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=173"},"modified":"2015-11-01T15:29:49","modified_gmt":"2015-11-01T23:29:49","slug":"looking-for-trouble-rough-project-demo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/03\/04\/looking-for-trouble-rough-project-demo\/","title":{"rendered":"Looking for Trouble [rough project demo]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/looking-for-trouble-2.jpg\" alt=\"Looking for Trouble\" width=\"270\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>Sea spray mixed with rain coated me and my guitar &#8212; a $20 special I&#8217;d picked up on an earlier trip &#8212; 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&#8217;d gone with for nearly 3 years, so I had a lot of songrwiting energy, I guess.<\/p>\n<p>Anyhow, though I wrote it a quarter century ago, there&#8217;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 <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I<\/span> like in it? The snare brush. I think that&#8217;s pretty cool. That&#8217;s about the only thing I&#8217;d come close to keeping, at this point.<\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-173-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Looking_for_Trouble_rough_project_demo\/Looking_for_Trouble_rough_demo.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Looking_for_Trouble_rough_project_demo\/Looking_for_Trouble_rough_demo.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Looking_for_Trouble_rough_project_demo\/Looking_for_Trouble_rough_demo.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/2005\/09\/looking-for-trouble.html\">previous AYoS version<\/a> [folk]<\/p>\n<p><b>LOOKING FOR TROUBLE<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Some people say<br \/>\nLove is a game<br \/>\nbut I&#8217;m telling you now that I wasn&#8217;t playing<br \/>\nwhen I fell in love with you<\/p>\n<p><i>Here I go again<br \/>\nLooking for reasons where there aren&#8217;t any reasons<br \/>\nHere I go again<br \/>\nlooking for trouble&#8230; I&#8217;m already in trouble<\/i><\/p>\n<p>That day in my car<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t say you don&#8217;t know<br \/>\nYou held me so close<br \/>\nbegging me to let go<br \/>\nI told myself you were just confused<\/p>\n<p><i>Here I go again . . .<br \/>\n<\/i><br \/>\nYou always said<br \/>\nthat it was fate<br \/>\nI&#8217;m telling you now<br \/>\nthat I was framed<br \/>\nwhen I fell in love with you<\/p>\n<p><i>Here I go again . . .<\/i><\/p>\n<p>A dog barks<br \/>\nthe wind howls through the night<br \/>\nI whisper your name and<br \/>\nstare in the fire<br \/>\nI can&#8217; keep myself from calling out to you<\/p>\n<p><i>Here I go again <\/i><br \/>\n<i>Looking for reasons where there aren&#8217;t any reasons <\/i><br \/>\n<i>Here I go again <\/i><br \/>\n<i>looking for trouble&#8230; I&#8217;m already in trouble<\/i><\/p>\n<p>(C)1981, TK Major<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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&#8217;d pulled a plain wooden chair out of the room onto the slab and I sat there, a six pack [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[336,47,234],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=173"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2058,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions\/2058"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}