So, enough of writing about how to write a song (okay, just for a little bit) – here’s an actual song!
It’s a song with a story, too.
It goes back to about three years ago when I’d just started seeing someone new. Around the same time, one of my favourite artists was in town – Frank Turner. With his show sold out before I even knew it was on, I’d long given up on going and arranged to see my new lady friend instead.
Cut to that night – I get a phone call from a friend. He’s got two tickets, whether by hook or by armed robbery I’m not sure. One’s mine, if I want it. Needless to say that I do, but it’s so late in the day that I’m pretty sure she’s probably already on her way. Even if she’s not it’s really far too soon in our relationship to hope that she wouldn’t get the wrong message. I grit my teeth and turn my friend down and am put under strict instructions not to tell his girlfriend that I had first dibs.
Let’s just say it was a lovely night and I didn’t regret the decision.
That was more or less that, until a couple of months ago. Another Frank Turner gig in town, another sell out before I even get a look in.
My cousins’ band (yes, plural possessive – two of my cousins are in the band) Skinny Lister are touring with Frank and supporting him at that very gig. Awesome – catch up with them AND see them play AND get see Frank Turner. There was much excitement, which is somewhat rare for me.
Until the realisation slowly dawned.
I’m booked to be in London that weekend and have been for several months.
I’ve looked for lots of different ways round it – trains up and down, flights, sleeper trains. Ultimately I realised I can only do one. More slowly I realised that it has to be London.
That’s because I’m going to a song writing conference put on by The Songwriting Academy, so it got me to thinking. The last FT gig I missed turned out rather well for me (as you’ll hopefully hear in the song) – maybe this one will too!
Still, I’m pretty gutted, not least because my girlfriend will get to go to this one herself! The injustice of it all, if I could only roll back three years…