She Chanty–free demo MP3
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one that looks. But then I know I’m not. That’s when I catch you looking, too. And liking it.
I suppose the PC thing would be to see attire rather than costume. Adorned rather than deformed. A personal statement rather than a cry for help. Gauguin in the Garden rather than Hieronymus in Hell. But I do. All of the above. And I like it.
My perception of beauty continues to evolve in ways that never cease to amaze and delight me. Sleeping two stumbles and half a roll off Broadway in the heart and stomach of Seattle’s colorful Capitol Hill. Hanging it out in a smoky lesbian bar in Richmond, Virginia with a misanthropic homophobic homosexual homme. Eavesdropping by default in a seedy Mexican restaurant with my darling daughters and delicately sensitive partner as drunken redneck heteros wax wildly about the hot ass on the “shim” they saw riding a horse somewheres in South Carolina. And they liked it.
When I catch you looking, don’t blame me. The universe would cease to be without potential. It’s Nature’s way. That energy gotta flow. And the next time you find yourself wondering what gender that flashy faerie is forwarding, remember, you are not alone. But chill. It’s OK to look. Even stare. And like it.
She Chanty MP3 by Thomas Hubbard
She Chanty was recorded live and uncut in the living room on an Olympus LS-10. Just me and a guitar about 2 feet away from the mic with levels set on automatic.
