This song is one of my favorites from the Everything But Anchovies days. It was written in 1988. As was pretty typical, Tim wrote the lyrics, I came up with the initial musical idea, then we finished writing the music as a band --fleshing out all the parts for guitar, bass, and drums together during practice. I think it's a prime example of the reggae-flavored rock we played.
This was recorded in early 1989 in Full Moon Studios --really the basement jamming space of the house where we all lived from Spring 1988 to Spring 1989. That was the year after Jon finished college, when we had a manager and played quite a lot of gigs around Ithaca. The house was in the Eastern Heights neighborhood of Ithaca, which is referenced in the lyrics. This song was one of our most popular songs, and it was always a blast to play live.
The recording was made on my Teac 4-track reel-to-reel tape recorder with a rented mixing board. We recorded a base track live with maybe just four mics on drums, bass, and electric guitar mixed to stereo. We then used the remaining two tracks to overdub acoustic guitar and vocals --with both vocals recorded and mixed to one track.
The moon is currently waxing towards a full moon on the 12th. Pack a picnic!
Full Moon Picnic on the full moon pack a picnic we'll take a walk out to the eastern heights and soon when we've eaten we'll talk until the sun lights up your eyes I have heard you can't be seen by daylight but tonight you share the bread you bake with me roll on the horizon you look as though you're much larger than life am I wrong or do the clouds veil your face like that of a new wife on the full moon I want to meet you down by the water on the full moon I'll fill your glass under the willows on the full moon I want to show you all the secret places on the full moon I look up into your face on the full moon often you deceive me with open arms I try to coax you out from hiding places that you find walking through the world today Tim Odell -- 7 March 1988 except iv by Andy Wyatt -- 25 September 1988 ©1988 Everything But Anchovies