A bossa nova duet (featuring myself and Courtney Grace on vocals) that tells the story of a husband -- somewhat of a homebody -- who is reluctant to walk in the rain with his free-spirited wife.
I like to compose music and write lyrics.
Actually, "the band" is only me, composing and recording songs with the assistance of digital music creation software.
Story behind the song
I think I was inspired by Astrud Gilberto's playful vocal performance of "The Telephone Song" from the (Stan) "Getz Au Go-Go' album released in 1964 on the Verve label.
My co-vocalist is Ms. Courtney Grace whose versatile voicecraft you first heard in "How Do You Know (When Someone Loves You?)". Please visit her website at http://courtneygracemusic.com to sample more of her arresting and distinctive vocal stylings.
Lyrics
The song is a duet with a male (myself) and female singer (Courtney Grace). Her lyrics are enclosed with quotation marks; mine have none.
VERSE ONE
Oh, look, it’s raining, and I don’t want to go out
“Oh, stop complaining,” my wife says with a pout
I’ve got the blues, dear, and of that there’s no doubt
I don’t want to go out in the rain
VERSE TWO
“You could imagine, the rain is not what it is”
How about champagne, dear – raindrops that fall with a fizz!
“You are so clever, oh, yes, you’re some kind of whiz
Now, let’s go out and go walk in the rain”
BRIDGE
The air smells like perfume
“From flowers in full bloom!”
(In unison, harmonized)
Everywhere the rain has fallen looks so new…
It’s not a strain to maintain that the rain is a good thing to view!
VERSE THREE
How nice the world is, when it’s dripping and wet
“I’m glad you noticed, so now you don’t have to fret”
I know I love you, and on that you can bet
I’m so glad we went out in the rain
VERSE FOUR
“The rain has stopped, now, and the sun is so bright”
But it’s so hot, now, that I can’t wait for the night!
“And I agree, dear, so there’s no need to fight
Let’s go home and stay cool in the dark.”
OUTRO
And then tomorrow we’ll go to the park…
Or, to the ocean and swim with the sharks…
Or to the sky where we’ll fly with the larks...
