One night, I was trying to write the perfect waltz to express my joyfully sad sentiments for a girl who had me sick in the throws of a life-threatening infatuation. I set to work composing a transcendently lovely waltz in A-flat which just poured forth with all the mellifluous ease of—well, whatever pours forth with mellifluous ease. Anyway, after all was complete, I was quite chagrined to realize that I had just spent the better part of an hour "composing" L.E.McCullough’s "The Savage Little Powderpuff." The girl never knew how I felt because I was a big chicken without a transcendently beautiful waltz to hide behind. Now she is but a long distant memory of beauty that sometimes stirs the embers of longing on lonely winter nights, but I still have the waltz—which, by the way, was actually composed in honor of a cat, if you read L.E. McCullough’s notes about it.
Anyway, this is why I am always hesitant to take credit for anything which I have "composed." I really like this tune, so I’m sure I must have heard it somewhere. Some West Boston box player probably originally composed it in honor of a hoagie he ate (or whatever it is West Boston box players write tunes about). Anyway, whether it’s original with me or not, I like the tune, and I hope everyone here at the session likes it.
This plays really well as a hornpipe too. Nice one!
Nice Tune, but it plays better as a hornpipe.
Wow—I never thought to try it as a hornpipe. It really does work well that way.
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