I got to write this song with the very talented Carrie Faye Thompson. We were trying to write a song that she could play to both children and barroom dwellers, and a song about a playground monitor seemed to fit the bill. It took us about 3.5 hours to write, then another half hour to record.
Details: Carrie lives in a wonderful hillside house in Loveland-- it was an absolutely glorious setting for being creative, even if it took some twists and turns to get there.
Carrie warned me about her dog's history with men's crotches, so I wanted to write a song about that. But Carrie wanted something she could conceivably play for kids while also be able to play it for barroom dwellers, so then we came up with the idea of either writing about kids acting drunk or drunks acting like kids. Honestly, the brainstorming process for this song was fast and furious-- we went through a lot of variations before ending up with the final story about a persnickety kid who gets his comeuppance.
We had a great time writing this and had a lot of great laughs throughout. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we did putting it together.
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