When The Blues Comes Knocking At My Door

Back Porch, The Mews

Multi-talented does not come more multi than this

WHEN THE BLUES COMES KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

Knock on the Mews door

Old friend from the USA, Chicago

High fives, how ya doing man

In London doing some gigs

New agent, new band, new view on life, new main squeeze

But the music is still the blues

Yeh the music is still the blues

Into the kitchen, locate the rye

Two glasses and talk of times gone by

Soon well mellow, but what’s the noise upstairs

Quiet up there please, can’t hear my friend growl

But request not heard, or ignored

The man of the house raises himself

Leans back like some old blues shouter

TURN IT DOWN, TURN IT DOWN, TURN IT DOWN

I’M CALLING YOUR NAME

Man says to his friend, that’s the rye that’s talking

QUIET UP THERE he screams I’M NOT ASKING AGAIN

Hey cool it man, it’s just kids having fun

The blues man suddenly has an air intrigued

What’s that sound, Hendrix, Johnson, Page, King, Clapton, Lightnin’, John Lee, or Big Bill

You got the CDs sure, but sounds like them all

Up in the playroom Fitzroy had found an old broken guitar

Held together with string and glue

Metal strings so tight they could slice ham

As Fitzroy’s paws danced lightly wa wow wow wow, wow wa wow wa wow

A red-faced Dad appeared at the door, was it anger or rye

Cool dude Chicago blues man by his side

Ah Fitzroy, turn down the music please

But that ain’t no CD man, that’s Fitzroy’s sound

Man, you got a back porch in this here Mews

Let’s get down there man, Fitzroy can show me some licks

They set up the porch with a couple of chairs and what’s left of the rye

Swap stories of far-off lands, of love, and of life

All to the wailing of Fitzroy’s guitar

A touch so light, but playing of such power

Truly a gifted sort of bear

He hears a record, he absorbs, he changes and mixes, and then plays

Delivered with a nonchalant charm

Well man, says the man from the Chicago scene

If I shut my eyes I could be home

Playing with all my electronic wizardry

But I could never achieve this Fitzroy sound

Remind me to sign up this bear for my next tour

With the rye finished and the sun set, the man set off into the night

The lady of the house returned from the opera and was enjoying a night cap

The man of the house was studying the coffee machine

And what of the blues bear extraordinaire

Fitzroy was in the playroom recharging.