Yesterday, I had my own personal ‘Yesterday Moment’.
(The second
yesterday above refers to the Beatles song, Yesterday; the first to when the moment
took place. Have I made my meaning any clearer? Probably not.)
It’s fairly well
known that the song came to Paul McCartney in a dream. He awoke in the bedroom
of his girlfriend Jane Asher’s house with the melody fully-formed in his head.
He crept over to the piano (carefully negotiating his way past all of the
cake-baking equipment) and worked out the chords to accompany it.
Yesterday, the same thing happened to me (minus the house-proud redhead). While I was sleeping,
a brand new song began forming itself in my mind. My only problem was that
when I woke up I couldn’t remember how the bloody thing went.
This isn’t the
first time this has happened. It’s very frustrating: why can’t my brain have some
sort of tape recorder incorporated into it.
What if Macca had
had a similar problem? If he’d woken up to Asher rabbiting on about her
forthcoming role in the feature film Alfie, the outcome might have been
different.
It’s a shame the same can’t be said for ‘Wonderful Christmastime’.
In my dream-state
the chord sequence seemed pretty intricate. It was played on an electric guitar
with a clean, simplistic sound; the melody following a repetitive structure
whilst the progression changed around it.
It’s possible that the song wasn’t an Ephgrave original. I might have been
dreaming about Cher, Neneh Cherry and Chrissie Hynde’s 1995 Comic Relief
single ‘Love Can Build a Bridge’ and subsequently forgotten about it.
I’m pretty sure this wasn’t the case. Eric Clapton certainly didn’t crop up to play a
moody guitar solo.
I guess I’ll have
to chalk my missing song up to experience. I won’t let it happen again, though: from
this moment forth I’m sleeping next to a musical arranger.