Track 7 – Bad
One afternoon, around 3:00, I was home alone, with that weird combination of boredom and anxiety that rears its head on the lost days, and as I popped open a beer I thought,
I know it’s bad, baby Baby, I know it’s bad I mean no harm but I know people who mean no harm sometimes cause the most
I started to think about all the harm that is done by people who mean none. And other reasons for feeling bad. I pulled up a stool at the piano and this song came out. As the recording process progressed, the piano became a smaller part of the sound, as layers of everything from the holy rock’n’roll trinity of guitar/bass/drums to harmonica, handclaps, and tambourine piled on top.
Like the remote recording that went into this album, when I wanted to make a video for this song, I looked no further than my laptop in the Bronx and this time found a talented woman in Pakistan named Maryam who create this:
I know it's bad, baby Baby, I know it's bad I mean no harm but I know People who mean no harm sometimes cause the most I got it bad, baby Baby, I got it bad And there's no cure for it Now that this absence has found a presence in me I need it bad, baby Baby, I need it bad 'Cause it's been so long Since we went to that place where all the dreams come from