Here is the Two of Clubs. It’s late, I know. This is because our apartment was broken into over the weekend while I was in Boston and Hillary was also out of town. I meant to record this song, which was already written (I finished the lyrics in Boston) on Sunday when I got home but I had to deal with the aftermath of the burglary. The Police came, then the Detectives, and finally the officers that took fingerprints. It was an action-packed evening, that’s for sure.
It seems that the subject of this song was eerily appropriate. The basic idea is that sometimes, when we are in a situation that we can’t change, we need to not worry about what’s already happened and concentrate on what we can do now and in the future to make things better. I didn’t know that this would apply to one’s apartment being burglarized. But I guess it can apply to that too.
Over the weekend I asked my girlfriend the question. Yes, the question. I wrote this song on the Monday before last weekend and had a plan for the way it was going to happen. It didn’t happen exactly like this because it was raining and I couldn’t bring her up to the roof. But it’s basically right.