mornin’ musiclovas, tidebuckas, soldiers of love. Here’s a song I wrote for the elephants, a musical version of the message in “Agony and Ivory,” my piece in the August Vanity Fair. Any way we can get the word out. We got to pull out all the stops.
This is just a raw cut to get it down, my usual one-take wonder, like all of my morning ragas. Not going to be getting past the local auditions for American Idol on this one. I start to get a frog in my throat in the second verse, which doesn’t help matters. Once there’s a decent version, I’ll put it up on Youtube.