0dds/Evens v1.0

Track finished!

A few changes I may or may not come back and fix.  Wurli still stuck in the mix a bit.

0DDS/Evens v0.6

Track nearing completion.

Aaron Lee, a previous bandmate of mine from The Blueslippers helped me with the layout.  He plays keys on the linked recording above.  It came together pretty quickly, and the final structure should be pretty close to the one laid out here.

 

Cheddar Cheeseburger

Having spent the morning in the courtroom observing the trial of his longtime pastor, the retired judge sat at the booth deflated, in no mindset to consider the waitress’s questions.

“Decaf, please” he mustered as she scurried away transcribing on her yellow pad.

As he recalled, there was no hard evidence presented that morning. Nothing that challenged the wisdom imparted by fifty-three years of weekly sermons. There were no DNA results, nor eyewitness accounts save the convincing chronology of the prosecution’s statement. In the end it was her word against his: a young mother of three versus a father of over one thousand.

“Here you go, hun.”

He sat pensively with his chin in hand, considering that morning’s events, the salt or the pepper, or most likely the blue bottle of antibacterial hand lotion in the center of the table. Alongside the usual table adornments it was out of place, but his once bright eyes had dulled with age and had been failing him for years now, making it hard to know if what he saw before him was seen the same by everyone else.

“What can I get you?”

Part of him knew that it was time to order. The rest hadn’t fully withdrawn from the day’s previous events to give his meal the attention it normally deserved.

“Small cheeseburger,” he said against his better judgment.

How could a pious man so deserving of trust be vilified so quickly? Before charges were pressed the pastor’s selfless virtue had supported a community. But after a stoically delivered testimony it became nothing more than the perfect alibi.

“American?” asked the waitress, pen poised for his response.

It was a well-rehearsed speech the mother gave, admitted the judge, and he imagined that the delivery had been in constant revision ever since its inspiration 20 years ago on the church’s cool cement floor. To the parishioners in attendance, the colorful detail she provided made the account far too real for their modest disbelief to occlude, His Honor included.

“Not today” he said as his eyes came into focus. “Something sharper” he determimed, turning his gaze again to the center of the table.

“You got it.”

She hurried off with his order while he squeezed some of the lotion into his right palm wondering if she had children of her own. He was already a father at that age. But it was a different world he lived in now and he pondered if it might be improper to ask, so he sat quietly massaging the antibacterial gel into his hands.

It had been a difficult morning, and he was looking forward to his cheeseburger.

0dds/Evens v0.3

Track in progress.

Melody, fills, guitar part, keys (?), nasty harmony to follow.