"Blackfly"
by Bill Crosson
I wrote this song on the block one day. It was probably shortly after I quit wearing bug dope. That stuff's pretty nasty!
I can't remember half the verses I came up with on the day I wrote the song. Some of the verses were just cursing.
I was singing this song to keep my sanity and my planting partner was buzzing. He was delusional and believed he could communicate with the black flies. Ah, what a day!
During the same contract I had another day I got mauled by black flies. I was planting out a swampy area and they ate my face! There was much blood spilled and my eyes looked like I'd lost a boxing match and my face and ears were swollen. The bugs don't really bother me too much anymore. When they get really bad sometimes I'll put a little mud behind my ears.
After the season ended I wrote out whatever lyrics I could remember picked up the guitar. I recorded this in by bedroom on my computer.
My buddy Roi Yalte rocked banjo on this track. He killed it in one take.
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