A while back I wrote about wanting to try to write a song starting with lyrics rather than music. I’d been thinking about the word lovesick and the idea of being ill or impaired or infected — nasty states, all — with a really good feeling. Poison seemed like the perfect metaphor, so I wrote some words about making a killer home brew, as it were. They’re pretty abstract but they tell a little story. I knew I wanted the music to be edgy but also inviting because that’s the strange duality of being sick with love. Here’s the riff I came up with for the verse.
You Make Me Sick/riff by Middlemojo
“Edges” by James Gulliver Hancock