"I did my laundry on Saturday night" genre: Folk
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	A sentimental acoustic ballad about laundry.
	CD: Dog Man Don't Cat Man Do   Label: indie
	Story Behind the Song I DID MY LAUNDRY ON SATURDAY NIGHT The song "I did my Laundry on Saturday Night" was written in two laundromats, on opposite sides of the continent, over a period of eight years. The image for the song arrived one rainy saturday when I was at college in Olympia, Washington. I was doing my laundry while my friends went to yet another keg party. I had had my fill of bacchanalian revelry... and besides, I like doing laundry on Saturday...the crowds thin out and there's always a dryer. So I chuckled to myself and sorted my whites, folded my shirts and forgot about it. Nothing really came of the idea, I just filed it away in some corner of my brain. Years later I moved into this little house in Toronto on Ossington Avenue. Right across the street was a laundromat - I think it was called George's. My buddies who I shared the house with were music hounds, and we scoured Queen St. for the best bands and places to dance. But on Saturday, the bars would be full of all the folks from out in the burbs... and I prefered to stay home and catch my fave band on a Wednesday or Thursday. I'd rather go out to paint the town during the week, when there's room to dance. So guess what? I did laundry... I remember there being a big ol' moon that night, and I read week old newspapers in her light on a bench outside George's. As I carried my hamper home across the street, a gaggle of partiers drove by on their way downtown to the clubs. I went in to put away my sheets and remembered the flash of song-let from years before. I picked up a guitar and the piece came out whole... pretty much word for word as it stands on Dog Man Don't Cat Man Do. I love it when that happens. Lyrics I did my laundry on saturday night by Danny Bakan my friends all went dancing, dressed up in their new shoes. reading the now news to see where its at. and i'm not romancing no good times or sad blues no passions, no fortunes no cane or top hat i was led to the slaughter i was laid on the line rehearsing my laughter for the first and last time i closed like a drug store turned out like a light but i did my laundry on saturday night come sunday there's clean clothes i'm sweeping the stairs my friends are all sleeping though i'm not sure where i bet they had good times got drunk and had fun i could have gone with them but what's done is done i sat with old papers i rehashed old news i laughed at old triumphs and i wrote down these blues i closed like a drug store turned out like a light but i did my laundry on saturday night put another quarter in the dryer i hear teenage laughter drift down the halls they shout "party" and "two-four" they respond to the call i bet they have good times in their dirty old jeans at least i wear clean pants with newly pressed seams with grim satisfaction and a hamper of clothes i’ll look hot sunday morning with no place to go I closed like a drug store turned out like a light but i did my laundry on saturday night

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