Emaline

A while back, a friend of mine wrote a play called Here Lies Emaline. It was good. Really, really good. This song doesn’t have anything to do with Here Lies Emaline‘s wonderful story, but I think the name Emaline got into my head that way. So there’s your intro.

The icky issue I usually have with writing songs is that I don’t want to put too much of me in them. It makes me really uncomfortable that people I might not even know could hear my inside thoughts. I’ve gotten around that in the past by telling the “tall story” version of what  my soft little inside thoughts or combining them with other stories so that the song becomes something totally different and highly fictionalized.

This song was one of a fistful that I wrote somewhat recently that tell stories of people who don’t know me.

It’s called The Wasted.