This is a classic tune from my band Everything But Anchovies. We'd often save it for the end of the night, and had people dancing and singing along with the la-la-la-la-s and screaming the wa!-s. Musically I know we were pretty deep into the Police and The English Beat, and that pop/reggae/ska blend inspired this tune. Lyrically, I can't really speak for Tim, but I know the words were written in October not long after Tim had left Ithaca for his freshman year at Hartwick, and I'd started at Cornell. I know we were wondering if the band would survive to fulfill the destiny we'd always felt would be ours: world-famous rock stars. We'd decided to keep the band going, even booking some weekend gigs in Ithaca that Fall. The first at Kelly's Dry Dock on Thanksgiving night. This was one of a few new songs we wrote, along with a batch of new covers, to prepare for the gig. We wrote this one, described in my band diary as "a really, really fast reggae/ska spastic thing that is a lot of fun to play but really tires you out. Complete with la-la-s and WA!-s, it's just about the craziest thing we've written. But it's good." Other new material we put together for this gig were the originals "A Crooked Line" and "Let It Slide" and covers "I Will Follow" by U2, "Mystery Dance" by Elvis Costello, and "Pulling Mussels" by Squeeze.
Recording notes: this is from the infamous Brown Carpet Studio session, from December 27, 1986 through January 3, 1987. The setup has been described in great detail in a previous post, but it was a stereo recording of the band playing live, captured with 6 mics and two DIs, then the vocals were overdubbed. I think Jon even got a backing vocal credit for his help with the WA!-s. Ended up on the album Brown Carpet & Full Moon.
Thanks for listening!
Because The Day Because the sun is black or white Because the day destroys the night Because the night unlocks the day If these are true why won't you stay Stay here with me and light a fire And let it burn until we tire I'll listen to what you have to say Your words are the torch that lights my way If in turning around you are caught If they are aware of your plot If their anger you appease with a smile Then they will simply laugh and turn the dial And if in your dark eyes I see Dreams that may be reality And, if as your head falls to sleep I return again like the wind in the trees Then maybe those dark eyes I see Containing hints of reality Are speaking the truth after all As the three who speak hear the call Dark or light, day or night, Easing my mind with your voice A photograph relives the past, A reminder to the eyes Lyrics by Tim Odell on 16 October 1983 Music by E.B.A. on 22 November 1983 © 1983 by Everything But Anchovies