Frequently the titles tossed on these tunes are capricious, last minute spur-of-the-moment choices.
Today, for instance, after finishing this piece when I sat down to typeset it I was perplexed by the presence of a large though painless blister on the side of one of my fingertips. I was perplexed because I’ve done nothing to account for it, and I mean that literally. Being on the side of my finger, next to the cuticle, there’s precious little anyone can do to rub that area to the point where it’ll form such a prominent blister. The skin under it wasn’t red, it was painless, but it was definitely an “I’ve Got Blisters On Me Fingers” moment.
This is probably more information than any of you wanted. Wish I knew what caused it.
What a keeper. It has so much playful emotion.
(The key signature is a Red Herring, even if it does work)