Bageera came to me when I needed a friend. I was only supposed to cat sit for a week for my god-daughter, Taryn. But this tiny, fuzzy ball of fur smothered me with his love and stole my heart. It may have been her plan all along, but Taryn was not getting him back.
His tail grew to be enormous and combing out the matts in his long hair was a chore. He used to bite my butt as I walked by to induce a game of chase around the house. When I called for a kiss, he'd head-butt me on cue. Bageera was the king of our house.
He'd inspect Mark's wine making process with great intensity and every box that entered the house was his! There had never been a more loveable mini panther. He even watched the Jungle Book all the way through keeping his eyes locked on the real Bagheera.
Watch out now, the story takes a turn for the worse... Five years ago, Bageera left this world, in a shocking and violent manner. He hit the window and broke his neck or had a heart attack or something that killed him instantly, right in front of our eyes. I was devastated. I couldn't believe he was gone. Weeks later, I was crying in the bathtub with Mark, mourning the loss of my sweet baby boy. (Yes, we both fit into the bathtub.) My fingers were getting wrinkly and pruney, as they do and voila, the song emerged. Isn't it funny how something good can come out of something so tragic?
So, this blues song was born with Mark playing harmonica on the studio version, while my brother Craig plays harp on the live youtube version. Dustin Smalley plays a steady pulsing bass as Gerry Potter tickles us with his sax riffs. It's reminiscent of an old Elvis, 'Heartbreak Hotel', rhythm and blues style. This song is great for jamming and I get to sing my heart out. It's track number 8 on 'Anything Goes'; a broken-heart story that could be about anyone, really. Maybe it'll bring a tear or maybe a smile, but either way, it's an emotional ride with a cool groove.
Bathtub Blues
I miss my baby’s kisses, his sweet hugs every morn
Ever since he left me my poor heart is torn
No one believed me when I told them the news
I got the wrinkly, pruney finger, crying in my bathtub blues
I cried away the morning and wept into the night
My hands are shaking and my neck is getting tight
How do I recover? I lost a love so true
I got the wrinkly, pruney finger, crying in my bathtub blues
Why oh why did my baby say goodbye?
Left me all alone and so confused
I can’t see why he had to go and leave me
With the crying in my bathtub blues
Wrinkly . . . Pruney . . . Fingers . . .
He left me crying, he left me crying
I got the wrinkly, pruney finger, crying in my bathtub blues
written by Lea Sheldan
recorded at Twisted Gitar Music Studio
copyright 2018 Socan
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