One for the cup half full crowd. (I am loathe to admit it, but I when I was writing this one I was thinking of my late father, who was a good guy but could be a tough nut to crack at times.) In March of 2020 I was furloughed due to the sudden onset of Covid-19. Vowing to write a new song for each week I was off, this was Week Two's effort. The guitar I used here is my very first electric guitar, a cheap Japanese Pan semi-acoustic, which I acquired in 1976, played through my ’72 Fender Super Reverb that I picked up at McTamney’s pawn shop in Toronto in ’77. Dig the poor man’s bass harmonica - a regular harmonica with a digital pitch-shift! Let’s just say there were mixed emotions when I was called back to full-time work after just three solid weeks of musical fun.
Lyrics
Pockets of blue shining through on a cloudy day / Makin’ that gloom give way just enough to let your beat-down spirits rise / Please someone explain why so many harbour clouds of doubt, casting their gloom about / And raining on the plans that you make, or finding cracks in the schemes / Or the piss that they take on all your cockamamie dreams / It seems that they slake their thirst toasting to the worst and they don’t go home til your bubble’s burst / Yeah, it’s a double-edge knife to catch them casting their pall / ‘Cos into each life a little rain must fall / But to find one zit and then harp on it makes it awfully hard to keep your bright side lit / Which is why I’m drawn to pockets of blue shining through on a cloudy day