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Behind the Music: Number One Fan
Number One Fan?
It was a beautiful spring day. My friends and I were driving in my friend’s car without a care in the world. And then it happened. The thick stench slapped me in the face like a wall of nasty. I reached to roll down the window in desperation, but the button wouldn’t work. Ryan, the driver, had seized control from the front. Laughing like a wild man he locked all 4 windows in the up position. Then he did it. With every ounce of malice and hate in his body he turned the heater on high and yelled “cook it!”
While suffocating in the sweaty stench of Ryan’s fart I had an epiphany. Ryan didn’t mind the smell of his own “tootle.” In fact. I think he kind of liked it.
There’s just something about your own “gas”. Whether by some Freudian fetish or by self preservation, we humans really don’t mind our own “internal winds.”
I wrote the first pass at this song while sitting in front of a piano about 3 years ago. I ran across the rough lyrics again not long ago while rummaging through old notes looking for song ideas. I guess it goes to show you should save every last idea no matter how seemingly ridiculous. Like many of my songs, I wrote most of the music and lyrics during that first (second?) day of inspiration. I then came back to it to tweak and improve later.
I hope you enjoy the song as much as you enjoy your own…well…never mind. Let me know what you think!
Number 2: A Play on Turds – Number One Fan
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