I'll copy pasta what I wrote for the acoustic version of this song, because the start of this song is the same. Stars falling from the sky, Everly Brothers, etc etc etc. This version was worked on on the Roland Jupiter XM, a synth work station. It has an in-box drum machine that allowed me to cheat on my "one instrument" policy for this album. But it was one instrument! A simple, repeating drum pattern. I didn't wake full advantage of this powerful machine, just a standard organ plug in. But I did re-amp the synth patch through the wonderful Generation Loss guitar pedal for that lofi sound. That's what the cool intro sound is: fading the effected sound into the natural tone.

Oh! I also took out one verse that was in original version and added another. My original version of showcasing these poems was printing them on posters and putting them up around town. The extra verse was one I would put around town, wanting to speak to the sort of person who reads poems posted on lamp posts or bulletin boards around town. One of my happiest creative moments was seeing the "Glitter Bomb" poem posted in public and someone wrote "So little faith?" on the bottom. Yes. It is true. Very, very little faith.


I was at work when The Everly Brothers' song "Walk Right Back" came on the loudspeakers. I was astonished, as this song is amazing and isn't the deep cut that will play in a grocery store. Then POOF! The roof flew off the building and even though it was the middle of the day, the sky was filled with stars. I stood agape, stunned by this obvious miracle. Then one by one, the stars fell from the sky and came directly at me. One by one they landed right in my fucking heart! Every time they did, jewels popped out of my mouth. If I could catch these jewels, they turned into poems. Slowly, the roof re-appeared and I looked around. No one seemed to notice. Everyone was just shopping. The Everly Brothers song ended and it was just me. No one saw the stars, no one saw the stars hitting me. The only proof I had was a pocket full of short poems that just flew out of me. Why me? Why am I so lucky?

Every single short poem is small portrait of a real person. Two are me, two are ex-coworkers, two are family members, one is an old housemate, there's a rando who would not like what I had to say and one was a life defining interaction on the street with a stranger. If you're adding up, you might not like how many people there are for verse and if I could explain, you wouldn't like it any more.

If this sound were not a solo acoustic version, I imagined it being a pre-Sex Pistols 70's punk song. Something like Patti Smith's "Gloria", Johnny Thunders' "You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory" or "Sonic Reducer" by The Dead Boys. Is it just me or is ALL punk recorded before 1980 fucking perfect. I have yet to hear a recording that could be called "punk" that was recorded before that decade that wasn't exciting, excited, vital and interesting. In a way, it's all just rock n roll. But also something was there. It'd be what I would have wanted to tap into. Maybe I still will, someday.