Some music moves you deep inside. You hear it and you think about someone or sometime or somewhere. This is Bob Schneider, who is a genius of sufficient magnitude that Texas should be forgiven any and all of her sins (and they are numerous) as long as he resides there.
The release version of this song sends me into fits of dancing and screaming. Fists punching in the air whenever “Tarantula” is said and a lunatic grin on my face. I may have capered. In fact, I did.
I capered. And, loved it.
Some of my most joyous times occur when Mr. Schneider plays this tune. The feeling that comes from being able to find the original demo and hear how close it came to springing full grown from Schneider’s head…