When you're writing songs about a city, you have to explore. There were a lot of possibilities: Beacon Hill, Shoreline, Kenmore, Blue Ridge, Lake City and the like. But what can you say about any of them? I had enough trouble writing about a place like Burien. Seriously, it was difficult. But Georgetown has this storied saloon/speakeasy tradition that I tried to highlight. Also, it's pretty ugly. In fact, it's almost blighted. Plus, there's a freeway that runs over it. And there are all these planes landing at nearby Boeing Field.
My friend Jim took me there and I quickly figured out how to approach the tune. It needed to be gritty and noisy. I play all three sax parts and Johnny my engineer handles the guitar solo. I told him to play some crazy shit with minimal attention to the changes. The result is a perfect wall of noise. I listened to this tune recently after a long hiatus. I was pretty surprised at what I was hearing. It's got drive, but it's also kind of crazy. I don't write like this anymore. I think that for the sake of variety on this album, I was pushing my writing chops in various directions. This is the result of that effort and I like it quite a bit.