Both of us were single for a long time before meeting...

Notes: Ah, well cats are always at the heart of a breakup, cute little grim reapers of romance. My allergies assure me second place in all competitions for the love of their human. This song is performed at break-neck pace; I can't keep up. Hmm, that seems an apt metaphor.

What was I imagining? Some sort of dance party that predated our six-month-long relationship, and would continue long past? What ... just ... happened?! I think because cats seemed to play a role in the relationship's demise, I was writing a song both to celebrate no hard feelings with the felines, and also to acknowledge my memory will fade quickly, a blip in the memory of a sleeping cat.

The basic kernal of this song happened: an observation of eating over the sink; it stuck in my mind's eye as something every bachelor (or, I surmised, bachelorette) finds themselves doing rather than setting a placemat to eat. In that and a thousand other ways, people living alone gravitate towards a type of living that is private and rushed in certain ways to cover the lack of certain social interactions. Why make dinner, and clean up when there is noone to talk with and I'm just gonna watch a movie while I eat, anyway.

And yet, I think the deeper subtext I put in the song is: why do you want to live alone? How can you be happier eating over the sink and hanging with the cats rather than with me? I'm not charming enough?; let me try a little harder. Still not good enough company? hold on a while I look the sad boyfriend.

I've since discovered the serious joys of being single ... there is a calmness and lack of conflict that is so comforting. But of course, I had no clue at the time even, that the breakup was so imminent. I was in some kind of fog. Quite a naive point of view for the song's narrator, really -- perhaps the bluest element of this song...