This is just one crazy jam I spun out after I talked to my wife on the phone from Washington. She was visiting family, and I missed her deep down, no matter how many James Bond movies I watched. Like Lenny Bruce, I didn’t need a movie star, I just wanted to hear my old lady hollering at me to fix the toilet, it’s making that noise again.
So we talked, it was good, her voice had its own magic. We hung up after suitable regrets and delays. And I picked up my guitar thinking about her voice and how much it meant to me, and this gentle, lively, happy jam emerged as softly as Hawaiian rain.