My friend John and I used to play this song together..
He was the biggest Butch fan in the worls and his claim
to fame was this: At the Great American Music Hall in
S.F. he gave pat a copy of his demo. Months later John
got a postcard from Pat thanking him. That postcard,
that simple postcard was the most prized possession
John passed away a couple years ago and I miss him
more than you can imagine. Listening to The Jazz
Butcher brings John back to me and I can imagine us
playing all these songs - him singing, me trying to be
Max pissed as a rat....
And the crazy thing? The sadness these songs bring to
me is dear. I'm sad that John is gone and that's ok.
These songs let me be sad. Sister Death and a few
Guinness and I'm crying and telling John I miss him and
I'm pissed now and I'm mising John and loving The
Butch and wishing we were back at The Great
American Music Hall...
Love to you all, no matter who you are,