"Sunny Saturday" genre: AAA/Adult Alternative
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	A toe-tapping tale about a boy and girl from different sides of the tracks who want to stay that way.
	CD: Big Block of Cheese   Label: houseBROKEN records Credits: Jay Sand: Vocals, guitars, Mukund Rao: guitars, Barrie Maguire: bass, Eric Hammarberg: drums
	Story Behind the Song I hate Spandex. I hate superficial people. I hate superficial people who wear Spandex. I was playing guitar in New York's Central Park one sunny afternoon when I saw a no-nonsense yuppie girl roll by on a pair of blades. She seemed about my age, could have been from the same ethnic group, looked enough like me that she could have been family. Beside the surface similarities, I'm sure we had nothing in common. She was wearing a Spandex suit so repulsive it could only have cost too much to mention; I was wearing a tee shirt and jeans I had found in my college roommate's trash bin. Her hair was done with hairspray and some berets; mine was so tangled I could not drag a comb through it. She had a gold mine of jewelry hanging around her neck and a row of rings on her fingers; I've never worn anything around my neck that I didn't find in a CrackerJack box. As I strummed some nonsense chords our eyes connected. For a brief second, two people with such different lives, dreams and desires, were in the same exact time at the same exact place, each of us considering the other, thinking, no doubt, "That God I don't live like that." She rolled on. I started singing, "Laurie woke a seven, cursed herself for sleeping late . . . ." Lyrics Laurie woke at seven, cursed herself for sleeping late This would be her first day off for several week and she refused to waste it She was working eighty hours, maybe ninety, pulling down six figures But she couldn't find the time to take a moment out Harry rose at noon and fumbled 'bout for his guitar He'd dreamed another tune and had to work it out before he would forget it Afterwards he realized he was getting hungry Nothing in the fridge 'cause he'd run out of money Each to himself, each on her own, leaves us all a little bit alone But if there's a different way I don't care and nor do they On this Sunny Saturday Laurie swerved to miss the doorman on her way outside And Harry stumbled down the stairs and had to walk, Who can afford a subway? Laurie fell five times before she learned to stop, Harry found a corner and hoped he could avoid the cops She rolled by as he was strummin', she called out her favorite tune He said, "Hold on, that one's comin', man, how I love that one too." So Laurie dropped a quarter into Harry's empty hat And Harry smiled and nodded, "That will help me out, I do appreciate it." And as they parted company, never to turn back, each thought about the other: Thank God I don't live like that. Each to himself, each on her own, leaves us all a little bit alone But if there's a different way I don't care and nor do they On this Sunny Saturday On this Sunny Saturday On this Sunny Saturday

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