Track-By-Track: Mr T Experience – … And The Women Who Love Them

The Mr T Experience will reissue … And the Women Who Love Them on 12-inch EP and CD via the Sounds Rad imprint August 14, but we are pleased to debut a full stream of the remastered album now.


We talked to them about each track on the new record. 

Tapin’ Up My Heart
The great Sammy Cahn, asked which comes first, the music or the lyrics, once allegedly answered: the advance. With me, there’s never been much of an advance, and lyrics and music usually develop simultaneously and fight it out with each other as they go with neither having priority, but this one is an exception. I scribbled these lyrics in a daydream in the margins of Plato’s Meno back when I was studying Greek and set them to “music” when I discovered them there a bit later. Weird start, but it came out alright.

My Stupid Life
I remember being challenged on the word “apocryphal” when we were in the studio doing the vocals—there’s a fine line between punk rock and just, you know, playing Scrabble. But I really did hear a story about a guy who chopped off his own head, and it might well have been apocryphal. Boredom was just my guess as to the reason, because why else would you do that? Regardless, if we’re all anti-heroes of our own narcissistic stories, we all deserve an anthem, or at least a jingle, so, you’re welcome.  

I Believe in You
I can fake sincerity as well as anybody can, but this is is probably the closest I’ve come to actual, irony-free earnestness in a lyric. Don’t know if that’s an achievement or a failing, but it’s among the most frequently cited as a favorite/best among the songs in the catalog, and moreover, I love the bass on this.

How’d the Date End?
This, the original version of this song, was an unlisted track on the B-side of the Tapin’ Up My Heart seven-inch and was recorded so quickly and dirtily that I didn’t realize I’d left out a verse in the hastily-strummed guitar track till I tried to sing over it. 

There was no time to re-do anything, so we just went with it and skipped the missing bit. Later on, we put out a bedroom recording of the full version, but the incomplete original has more “bite” and appears here for the first time since the seven-inch release. Love Connection was a TV dating show in the ’80s and ’90s.

All My Promises
The chorus here originally went, “I’ve wasted all my promises on you.” Simply changing “wasted” to “used up” made it approximately 1000 percent better.  I think we’ve all learned a valuable lesson.

Checkers Speech
A love song based around Richard Nixon’s cocker spaniel and his bitter concession speech after losing the 1962 California gubernatorial race.  Could it be written?  Yes.  Should it have been?  Well … this was one of those “so stupid it just might work” conceits that basically did.  Work, I mean.

We Hate All the Same Things
Merely another in a string of attempts to find an under-exploited angle on the traditional love song. Borrowing from The Sound of Music for the bridge and filling it with angsty SAT words instead of kittens and mittens was probably the best mistake that could have been made under the circumstances. When you’ve got hatred, you’ve got it all.

Now that You Are Gone
A vast territory of post-breakup moping and coping can lie between doing macramé and doing heroin, and this song tries to cover it. How’d I do?

Preorder the album here. 

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