WHERE I WAS WHEN I WROTE THAT SONG
A random survey, Sunday at the Bullfinch.
(Artists and titles removed to protect the creative.)

“At the supermarket. In the detergent aisle. “
“Reading this old book my grandfather gave me.”
“Shitting on the pot.”
“Backyard. Hammock.”
“There was once this song I literally had to go to the library to look stuff up for. The local history section at the main branch. They were like, ‘Don’t write a song. Write an article for the historical society!’
“Down in the hole.”
“Up in a tree.”
“Coffee shop. Laptop.”
“Begun while I was shoe-shopping. Finished in a dress shop—Marie’a. I started jotting down the lyrics outside the changing room and they thought I was a shoplifter or something.”
“I was standing on a street corner and wrote this song about standing on a street corner. Yeah, I know, first guy ever to do that.”
“It was a card I decided not to send to a friend who I thought was becoming more than a friend. It’s a really good thing I never sent it.”
“Walking the dogs. Any song you ask me about, I wrote it while I was walking the dogs.”
“Fuck if I know. Why the fuck do you care? Either you like the fucking song or you don’t.”
“Oh, I didn’t write that one. It’s a cover. Sorry.”