Baseball from III by Dusted

Baseball is not a song about baseball. Though I do mention a 'baseball bat'. Sports and religion are two vital powers surrounding rural Nova Scotian childhood that I got to be totally ignorant of. I can thank supportive parents for that. The song I wrote is more about shitty parents. My wife and I were living apart. She was taking a cinematography course while I was living in rural New York. She needed music for an assignment so I wrote and recorded three songs for her that weekend. Two of the three were secretly for her, not just for her assignment. One was probably the most 'love-song-iest' love song I ever wrote- cuz that's what we do when we miss someone. And the other was a song about growing up amidst narcissists. Though I never explicitly told her that, I'm sure she understood the meaning. It's a song of sympathy, more accurately empathy. And therefore it is still a love song. It's also a song about being really blue cuz that's how I felt when I wrote it.

Robbie Grunwald played wurlitzer, Brett Higgins played the upright bass, both live off the floor. The drums came after, played skillfully by Brad Kilpatrick. Jarvis Taveniere (Woods/ Purple Mountains) mixed it. When he got the song he asked where the rest of the files were. The song is secretly minimal. Aside from the bass, keys, and drums it's mostly just vocals. Shaun Brodie added beautiful trumpet and Jarvis, having convinced me something was missing, added a woeful organ to fill up some space.

Tracklist

2.	Baseball	3:53

Lyrics

She was living like a silhouette in someone else’s movie set.
Her father was a drama queen, had always stolen all her scenes.
I was emotionally detached. It’s not your fault; I was born like that.
She said nobody holds me back, said they cauterized the gap.
She was looking out for her big chance, always looking for a big expanse,
to be the light in someone’s dark, to be the dust in someone’s heart.

I know you mean it. I never felt so low but don’t repeat it. No one needs to know.
No one needs to know.

I was running from my past. I was sleeping with a baseball bat.
I had one eye on the door, had always wanted to be sure
I’d recognize my other half. I was emotionally detached.
It’s not your fault I was torn in half. But you could help me bring it back.

I know you mean it. I never felt so low but don’t repeat it. No one needs to know.
No one needs to know.

Credits

from III, track released July 20, 2021

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