There is a bit of a long story attached to this tune.
I basically wrote it for a guitar playing competition I started writing it on a thurs evening and didn`t stop until the sunday more or less non stop apart from eating, drinking and falling asleep at the computer. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I even forgot to go to work on Saturday! I finished the original version at 8pm Sunday evening and whilst reading the address to send my entry I read the rules properly and noticed that the deadline was the following morning. Having complete faith in my masterpiece I decided to drive from London to Bath and deliver the package of my impending triumph in person.
As it happens I chose the stormiest night of the year to drive in and to cut a long story short there was traffic jams, roadworks, a flat tyre and many , many wrong paths chosen. I eventually arrived at the offices of the offending publication (after wandering the streets getting thoroughly soaked, nearly getting into a fight and banging into a street map of Bath city centre nearly knocking myself out!) and pushed a super padded envelope, with my entry cd safely inside, into the letterbox. It just fell to the ground and into a puddle. The letterbox was nailed shut!!!!! After all that there was no letterbox that I could see, so I slid it under the door and went home in a hugh huff.
Anyway, typically it didn`t win. I did hear the piece that did win and I was disgusted! Not by the playing or the music, but by the fact that that the winner probably just used a stamp!
The piece itself could be about my entire competition experience and subsequent journey, but it was written about another particular incident involving tequila, a phone number, a beautiful girl, a misunderstanding, an infallible entity, farting and age.
Somebody had to tackle these issues using the medium of instrumental electric guitar and chamber orchestra sonic sculpturism.
So I did.