Gloomy Gus went over into some country music sensibilities. Oldy, oldy, moldy, old time country music. But with other sensibilities, too.

This song came out of the blue, and I realized it could mean two things: "I miss midnight" sounds identical to "I'm Miss Midnight." It's a little double entendre magic fun.

I'm doing my birthday song a day early cuz I might be out and about tomorrow, and stuff. Here it is. Old. Old, old, old. It's kind of a crappy song.

This is song 9 in the Gloomy Gus series, a song about what it's like to grow up to be a pencil-pusher, instead of doing God's work, as he had originally intended way back in the day.

Gloomy Gus continues to ponder the music he heard coming to him last night, as it fades from his memory and he gets ready for work.

It's morning, and the memory of the music that came to Gloomy Gus in the night is fading fast. What was it, now? What was it that woke him up in the middle of the night. Crikey! His short term memory ain't what it used to be.

When people say, "Thank God this year is over - it's ring in the new year," I feel like they're tempting fate...like, remember when people were all, "Thank God 2019 is over - yay, 2020"? Then there was Covid. Let's not tempt fate this time around.

I recorded this song on Christmas, and as of last night didn't really think it went with the rest o' them; but it fits nicely, nestled between song 4 and song 5. The song 6 one I'm a little ambivalent about; either I'll figure out how to use pitch correction or have another go at it.