The hottest time of year evokes memories of tropical nights along the Mediterranean Sea on the Costa Brava in Spain.; so romantic so magical. Looking down from a cliff top cafe sipping gin and coke with good friends and a lover. Could be there or Baja California, Hawaii or an island in the Caribbean.
This is a song that has morphed through the years: from one guitar and a simple vocal I sang in New York City (Greenwich Village) to this more elaborate version . . . still it is a simple love song at heart. “My Loves Face”.
With The Fourth of July one week away here is the legend of Molly Pitcher. Some research indicates she was a real person who served during the American Revolutionary war, others say it is a myth and still others claim the story is of a composite character. In any case as a young boy living in New Jersey my Uncle Ben (RIP) took me for a ride to the Monmouth Battle Field; he showed me a stone walled well there that he said was Molly’s source of water. Later I found out that was a well monument and not an actual well. More about the battle field park here:
It is beyond Memorial Day weekend and droves of people will be coming down to the Jersey Shore to sunbath, swim, use their boats, go fishing and go crabbing among other shore activities. Years ago my family would gather once or twice during the summer and travel in a small caravan to Barnegat Bay in New Jersey for a day of crabbing for Blue Claw Crabs this song is the story.
Time to go Crabbing: Song Crabbing on the Barnegat Bay
Hardly a songwriter cannot allow too much time to pass without having a nostalgic day; a romantic mood; relishing a fond memory. The warm Arizona nights triggered the mood that contributed to a project “Tropical Nights” when I visited several years back. Still evokes sweet images for me. Maybe the song will trigger some emotions in you as well.
There is nothing more exciting to a night owl than seeing the sunset and knowing there is an exciting night ahead. Friends and lovers meeting at a favorite club, dance venue or long anticipated concert. Even when I was heading for a gig the excitement often flooded my imagination.
Almost all my songs reflect experiences in life; some embellished with various techniques to dramatize, romanticize and create mystery. This song is about as literal as I can get.
My early days past high school and the first family other than my own that I came to know intimately inspired this story. In later years when my brother heard this song he told me that one of our own grandfathers put him through the same drill. I did not know that (ha, ha).