Song #15: We'll Meet Someday (1996)

By 1996, it was becoming increasingly clear to me that I would never realize my dream of becoming a rock star. I would be turning 40 years old the following year, and my previous bands had broken up. My musician friends were scattered across the country, and I had landed a steady job in Hollywood mixing commercials for the movies.

Every so often though, the muse would call, and inspired by events in my life, I'd have an overwhelming desire to write a song.

I had been visiting my dear friend, Paul Delph, on an irregular basis since his HIV diagnosis in 1993.
I met Paul at Skyline Recording in 1981. He produced and played on many amazing records at Skyline (including his own), and while he was a great client for the studio, his warm and gentle spirit, and uncanny musical chops, always made his presence welcome.
When Ira Ingber and I formed a band in 1982, Paul graciously offered his stellar synthesizer services for our live shows and recordings, and we continued to work together on different projects through the years. (You will hear more of his contributions to my musical life in future posts).

When I got the call that Paul wasn't doing well, I wrote this song, and called Ira.
We recorded the song one afternoon in April, 1996 at Ira's home studio, and I dropped it off at Paul's apartment later that evening.

 

We'll Meet Someday

God made a little seed

And it grew up to be a tree

The branches they touched the sky

Some kids made a tire swing

With a rope on the tree and they'd sing

How God makes everything great

Branches break and promises of no mistakes

Well I'm not perfect but I tell you this we'll meet someday

Sure flunked physics and slept right through theosophy

I don't know nothing but I tell you we'll meet someday

Lying naked on a beach

With the sun and the sand beer in reach

The waves are warm and clear

Going sailing in the sea

With the wind in our face and we feel

How we will always be real

Tidal waves and promises of no mistakes

Well I'm not perfect but I tell you this we'll meet someday

Sure flunked physics and slept right through theosophy

I don't know nothing but I tell you this we'll meet someday

Branches break and promises of no mistakes

Well I'm not perfect but I tell you this we'll meet someday

Sure flunked physics and slept right through theosophy

I don't know nothing but I tell you this we'll meet someday

Diseases suck, but you can still contribute to the "Paul Delph Memorial Scholarship Fund", while enjoying Paul's epic last album, "A God That Can Dance".

Britt Bacon: acoustic guitar, vocals

Ira Ingber: electric guitar, bass, drum programming

Vida Vierra: bg vocals

Written by Britt Bacon

©1996

Source: DAT