I wrote this song to include in a play I was writing. Several other songs on this album had their genesis in that work. The play is unfinished. It was about a self destructive musician named Scratch. He was a fairly unsavory character, charismatic and gifter but an alcoholic, an opportunist and a misogynist. Not the sort of person you'd want to know really. I never finished the play but there are a handful of my songs that came from it. Some of the people mentioned in the song are real. Johnny with his broken neck is real. He played drums in a heavy rock band. He kept playing for three months with a broken neck, ignoring the pain. He wasn't aware that it was broken. He really is pure rock and roll and an admirable human being. Terry who throws eggs against the wall is real. He was a guy I knew back in artschool about 20 years ago. He was 50 then so he'd be getting on now. He told me that when he first left his childhood home he felt such freedom that when his friends told him to throw eggs against the wall he did and he felt a thrill as he watched the egg drip down the wall. It was his way of confirming that he didn't have any parental restrictions anymore. Funny story.

When I recorded this I was recovering from pneumonia (interesting co-incidence with the lyrics). It made my voice all high and thin. I like the sound though I didn't like the illness.