Freefalling…

In a bid to write more songs that start with ‘F’ and end in ‘ing’ (a dangerous game), I have a new song out called ‘Freefalling’. It’s a Philly-sound inspired ballad about an ageing skydiver who utilises the accidentally-realised gift of gravity to contract the over-elasticised skin around his facial features, in a vain attempt to appear younger to his glamorous, female skydiving partner (even if only for fifty short seconds of...Freefalling). It’s a story of lofty hopes and dreams, and an unparalleled example of a human male man attempting to endear himself to a prospective mate through the power of wind. Primates do that all the time; music’s good but the plot stinks. It turns out that in attempting to stir her innermost desires he becomes relatively proficient and sets up his own extreme sports YouTube channel. The venture snowballs and in his mind the sky’s the limit...until he listens to the song, and that brings him back down to earth again. It could be about that, but then it might be about something else...I can’t remember. Anyway, give it a spin...