Werewolf blues

Wrote some lyrics yesterday morning, called a friend, and we recorded it as a song a couple hours later — thanks to his musical abilities.

I love this instant internet age, or certain aspects of it at least . . . I’m still trying to figure out how all these spammers found out I have a small penis and why they’re so eager to enlarge it — are they trying to help, or are they just real lonely?

The song is Sell Your Soul to the Talk Show Host; it’s the first title at reverbnation.com/mutantsmith.

There’s a glitch at the 3.5 minute mark — it sounds like the tape ate part of the song, hiccupped awhile, and went on.

It’s not a glitch — I lost my way vocally, and Peter claims he messed up musically as well (although he sounds good to me), so he chopped 2 minutes out of it, then used the glitch as a segue because he liked my ending and wanted to include it.

(Words and voices me; all music, mixing, recording Peter Ball)