Blog-vember #16 Behind the Scenes: The Process to “Audrey, Please”
The Journey to Finishing “Audrey, Please”
It is my goal to track, from beginning to end, our journey with the song “Audrey, Please (Not Like the Others).” As of this writing, we are not done, but I am sharing where we are at the moment.
The song was actually started on our trip to Toronto on the July 4th weekend 2017. We were hanging out in the hotel room on Canada Day 150 and Bruce started playing this Nirvana-like guitar riff. I couldn’t resist. I started singing the words that popped in my head, which were “Audrey, please. Don’t eat me. I’m not like the others. Not like the others.” Since I had a had a glass of Merlot, I was vibing and he was digging it, so he kept playing it.
In my mind, the music is our way of channeling Nirvana’s “In Bloom” sound and the lyrics are a mutation/interpretation of “Little Shop of Horrors” (one of our favorite musicals). In fact, the name “Audrey” and the “get eaten” concept are allusion to “Little Shop” directly.
When we returned home, he tried it again and I was still into the groove and added a few more words. Months later, I sat down with the groove—which I had used for the Boss Katana unboxing video—and wrote most of the rest of the lyrics.
I’ve been enamored with the idea ever since. It is my goal to show how this song has evolved from that inception until its current incarnation, so feast….
Here are the written lyrics to “Audrey, Please” (as written on August 11, 2017):
Audrey, Please (Not Like the Others)
Audrey, please
Don’t try to eat me
Who’ll care for you
When I leave?
(When I am eaten)
Spare me, please
I thought you and I were friends
Is this how it’s gonna end?
(‘Cause it’s gonna end)
Skin so supple
I’m so green
Get lost or get eaten?
What do you mean?
You know I’m
Not like the others
Not like the others
Audrey, please
Won’t you run away with me
Adventure awaits on
The high seas
(We’ve got to leave)
Honey, please
Don’t try to punish me
For not being green
That’s my specialty
(You’re special to me)
Skin so slimy
Like a rotten plum
I’m not dumb
Where are you coming from?
(I’ve got a gun)
I’m not like the others
Not like the others
Audrey, please
You’ll hate when I leave
So run away
With me
Where are you coming from?
You know I’ve got a gun
This can’t be fun
Let’s find where we belong
Audrey
Oh, Audrey
My sweet thing
Dear, Audrey
I’m not like the others
You’re not like the others
So, let’s find each other
You know, I gotta gun, but
I’m having so much fun?
This was originally a Blog-vember 2017 post:
Here are the notes I took on the process:
With the bells, there’s a sweet, swampy flavor that has been added.
It’s like we’re making a stew and I’ve brought the lemon and cilantro to throw in the pot.
I feel like the floodgates have been opened on my creativity.
Creativity unencumbered.
Army of synths
Left charging
While you were gone.
Possessed by the ghost of Living Colour past.
A rumbling of
Elephants with a thumping of
Bass accompaniment
Always unleashing the angels;
Some of them dark and some light, but constantly floating
Between the two
I am a changed person,
Never to be the same again
A door has opened
How about you?
What creative quest are you on now?
What can you share about your process?
Please comment below.
As always, wishing you love, peace, and chicken grease. Until tomorrow...
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