Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 13:43:54 GMT -5
Well, hey, nobody has posted a song in quite awhile, so I figured I'd throw a new one up. This is a song I've written for a new album (probably an EP) I'm working on that is made up of songs inspired by a transcript of an oral history of a Terre Haute "madam" that was done as part of a history project in the 1980s. I've spoken of it before in these spaces.
At one point in the interview, the interviewer asked the former madam what problems would arise in her business. She launched into the story of Alice Goodnight, a prostitute who attracted the attention of a guy from Paris, Ill. (about half-an-hour drive to the west) and he had a business and was married but fell for Alice. The former madam said the guy bought her her first pair of I. Miller shoes, and she'd walk around the tavern showing them off.
Israel Miller was a well known shoemaker to Broadway and the New York theater world. Then he took his shoes nationwide, and some of his print ads from the '50s were eye-catching because they were created by a young graphic designer named Andy Warhol. I imagine the song taking place in the late '50s.
Anyway, in the song, Alice already has her shoes. (The former madam never mentioned a color, but I made them red.) I was originally going to write it as a murder ballad, which you wouldn't discover until the last line. But I got it written and as I sat there digesting it, I decided I had a habit of killing off too many people so I re-wrote the last line. I think it works, but I guess the marketplace will be the ultimate judge.
I was worried about the number of "p" words but decided, "the hell with worrying."
Any thoughts are welcome.
RED I. MILLER SHOES
© 2013 by David Hanners
Pete came from Paris, the one in Illinois
Owned a business and a wife, two daughters and a boy
But he had a weakness, like his life had blown a fuse
He fell for Alice Goodnight in her red I. Miller shoes
Climbed in his Plymouth Fury after dinner and left home
Fled through failing light east to Terre Haute
Hit the red-light district with a plan to beat his blues
There he fell for Alice Goodnight in her red I. Miller shoes
Alice came from nothing and it’s where she would return
Every dollar that she had was ten dollars she had earned
Spent it on kimonos, Seven Winds perfume and booze
And of course that pair of red I. Miller shoes
Some men fall in love and promise the moon
Pete was no exception; no, he was not immune
There are temptations some men can’t refuse
Pete’s was Alice Goodnight in her red I. Miller shoes
Pete lost perspective, spent too much time away
His wife grew suspicious so she followed him one day
Caught him in the one sin she could not excuse
With her alimony bought some red I. Miller shoes
At one point in the interview, the interviewer asked the former madam what problems would arise in her business. She launched into the story of Alice Goodnight, a prostitute who attracted the attention of a guy from Paris, Ill. (about half-an-hour drive to the west) and he had a business and was married but fell for Alice. The former madam said the guy bought her her first pair of I. Miller shoes, and she'd walk around the tavern showing them off.
Israel Miller was a well known shoemaker to Broadway and the New York theater world. Then he took his shoes nationwide, and some of his print ads from the '50s were eye-catching because they were created by a young graphic designer named Andy Warhol. I imagine the song taking place in the late '50s.
Anyway, in the song, Alice already has her shoes. (The former madam never mentioned a color, but I made them red.) I was originally going to write it as a murder ballad, which you wouldn't discover until the last line. But I got it written and as I sat there digesting it, I decided I had a habit of killing off too many people so I re-wrote the last line. I think it works, but I guess the marketplace will be the ultimate judge.
I was worried about the number of "p" words but decided, "the hell with worrying."
Any thoughts are welcome.
RED I. MILLER SHOES
© 2013 by David Hanners
Pete came from Paris, the one in Illinois
Owned a business and a wife, two daughters and a boy
But he had a weakness, like his life had blown a fuse
He fell for Alice Goodnight in her red I. Miller shoes
Climbed in his Plymouth Fury after dinner and left home
Fled through failing light east to Terre Haute
Hit the red-light district with a plan to beat his blues
There he fell for Alice Goodnight in her red I. Miller shoes
Alice came from nothing and it’s where she would return
Every dollar that she had was ten dollars she had earned
Spent it on kimonos, Seven Winds perfume and booze
And of course that pair of red I. Miller shoes
Some men fall in love and promise the moon
Pete was no exception; no, he was not immune
There are temptations some men can’t refuse
Pete’s was Alice Goodnight in her red I. Miller shoes
Pete lost perspective, spent too much time away
His wife grew suspicious so she followed him one day
Caught him in the one sin she could not excuse
With her alimony bought some red I. Miller shoes