A Million Little Pieces Of My Mind

The melody here was written to carry my mother's own lyrics—you can read the original, sung version, over in "Whippoorwill" on Music Only Dogs Can Hear. For this album, the tune goes to work as a straight dance number: no lyrics, just the band, arranged for the floor. Dance cards on a USO tour ran short on women more nights than not, so the number doubles as a nod to a very real wartime solution—every fella grabs whoever's closest and dances anyway. The guys didn't much care who was leading (usually the taller). This is that song, arranged for the 1944 big band. Every guy, grab a guy and dance!