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So I never had a Chevette. But i've known two. Not in a biblical sense. Well, maybe.
My buddy Jeremy had a '79 Chevette with an 8 track cassette adapter (hence the lyric). He was a year older than me so he'd drive and i'd try not to be scared in the passenger seat as he pushed it way past it's intended limits on the twisty back roads of our hometown. He had a mixtape called 'Top Jimmy' (after the VH song, 1984 had just come out) and we'd sing along to that. Jeremy was a preacher's kid who always wore a suit jacket with jeans and a t shirt. I'd never seen anyone wear a suit jacket except for church and when I asked him about it he said 'what? Dylan wears this all the time' and so that settled it for me - I began to hit the goodwill for mismatched suit jackets (although my parents wouldn't let me wear jeans to school so i looked more like a mormon than dylan). The second Chevette was owned by my much older girlfriend. I was one of those guys that always got the older girls (probably an inadvertent side affect of my parentally enforced clean cut appearance). It made me unpopular with the older boys but i wasn't trying to get the older boys naked so I didn't care. Anyway this girl was 17 and I was 15 and so when I could escape from the house she'd drive me around to where we didn't know anybody and i'd switch places and drive. This arrangement made us both feel better about us. That Chevette was so much more than a car, it was the place where we played house, and we both grew up in it. She to realize that she was nuts for dating a 15 year old, me to realize that when I could afford a car, it sure as shit would not be a Chevette.
Musically this is the same old tempie thing, a little bit of 70's game show theme, a little bit of Earth, Wind, and Fire, a little bit of 80's radio, but I think i'm getting better at arranging, or rather composing - I'm trying to get a little more sophisticated with the layers, in terms of melodies and counter melodies and what notes and sounds can be forced to live together without fighting. So there you have it. Another teenage song. I have some grownup tunes in the queue, but summer brings back all those old memories (I wrote this while writing Dead Milkmen, so the vibe is KIND of the same).
My buddy Jeremy had a '79 Chevette with an 8 track cassette adapter (hence the lyric). He was a year older than me so he'd drive and i'd try not to be scared in the passenger seat as he pushed it way past it's intended limits on the twisty back roads of our hometown. He had a mixtape called 'Top Jimmy' (after the VH song, 1984 had just come out) and we'd sing along to that. Jeremy was a preacher's kid who always wore a suit jacket with jeans and a t shirt. I'd never seen anyone wear a suit jacket except for church and when I asked him about it he said 'what? Dylan wears this all the time' and so that settled it for me - I began to hit the goodwill for mismatched suit jackets (although my parents wouldn't let me wear jeans to school so i looked more like a mormon than dylan). The second Chevette was owned by my much older girlfriend. I was one of those guys that always got the older girls (probably an inadvertent side affect of my parentally enforced clean cut appearance). It made me unpopular with the older boys but i wasn't trying to get the older boys naked so I didn't care. Anyway this girl was 17 and I was 15 and so when I could escape from the house she'd drive me around to where we didn't know anybody and i'd switch places and drive. This arrangement made us both feel better about us. That Chevette was so much more than a car, it was the place where we played house, and we both grew up in it. She to realize that she was nuts for dating a 15 year old, me to realize that when I could afford a car, it sure as shit would not be a Chevette.
Musically this is the same old tempie thing, a little bit of 70's game show theme, a little bit of Earth, Wind, and Fire, a little bit of 80's radio, but I think i'm getting better at arranging, or rather composing - I'm trying to get a little more sophisticated with the layers, in terms of melodies and counter melodies and what notes and sounds can be forced to live together without fighting. So there you have it. Another teenage song. I have some grownup tunes in the queue, but summer brings back all those old memories (I wrote this while writing Dead Milkmen, so the vibe is KIND of the same).
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Lyrics
i'm bragging about you to my buddies on the half pipe
four more hours and it's saturday night and i'll see you
we're heading down to the shake and skate
we're gonna make it in the dark of the arcade, all night
yeah me and my little chevette
we'll pick you up
windows rolled down
and the radio up
like a rocket ship
flying through time
singing along to the tire whine
(Counter Meldoy...
cha cha cha little chevette
just add an 8 track adapter
and she's screaming like a turbo jet)
we're holding hands over the hurst shift knob
that I pulled from a camaro
in the county junk yard
i let me fingers wander onto your knees
vince neil singing about the birds and bees...
chorus
four more hours and it's saturday night and i'll see you
we're heading down to the shake and skate
we're gonna make it in the dark of the arcade, all night
yeah me and my little chevette
we'll pick you up
windows rolled down
and the radio up
like a rocket ship
flying through time
singing along to the tire whine
(Counter Meldoy...
cha cha cha little chevette
just add an 8 track adapter
and she's screaming like a turbo jet)
we're holding hands over the hurst shift knob
that I pulled from a camaro
in the county junk yard
i let me fingers wander onto your knees
vince neil singing about the birds and bees...
chorus
PaddyNavinCaryatid
Man those older girls were hot, and now they're still 21! Great layers dude, especially the backups. Your production skills have leapt in great boun this last 12 months. There's so much going on but it all has its place. Cool tune.