Posted by: kyledine | July 24, 2014

Song Stories – Gluten Free Blues

Gluten-Free-Blues

“I can’t eat bread, I can’t eat dough, I can’t eat the crust to make my chest hair grow.” And with that one line, a song was born!

The inspiration for Gluten-Free Blues came from my girlfriend at the time (now my wife) who has celiac disease. I had written a handful of songs about food allergies, and wanted to surprise her with a song about gluten. In a strange “food allergy music” kind of way, it was a dedication!

I remember picking up my guitar in my parent’s kitchen and started playing some bluesy chords really fast. I started throwing in a few “oooh oooh’s” and then the fun light-hearted lyrics literally flowed out from there. I think I finished the song within half an hour which is really rare for me. I called up my girlfriend right afterwards to unveil the new song – she loved it! It was such a fulfilling writing session being done so quickly, and having instant positive feedback. For a song with “Blues” in the title, the true intention is to leave listeners with a bit of optimism by having a song they can relate to and have fun with.

When I went to the studio to record the song, I realized that I needed some type of intro for the song, otherwise it’s a crazy fast kick-start to the tune! I wrote a funky little progression that plays on the chords and slowed it down a notch. The end result really packs a punch for when the fast tempo of the song begins.

Nowadays, I typically use this song during dance-a-thon shows or public gigs to get kids dancing fast! Sometimes I’ll incorporate a game of freeze dance or musical chairs and stop the music sporadically. Kids dig it!

I’ll admit that I am not as well-versed in celiac disease as I am not affected by this condition, but I did my best to create some well written verses.

Listen to Gluten Free Blues at:
http://grooveshark.com/s/Gluten+Free+Blues/2sye4a?src=5

Gluten Free Blues

I can’t eat bread, I can’t eat dough, I can’t eat crust to make my chest hair grow
I can’t eat spaghetti, or macaroni, If you ask me it’s all a load of bologna

I can always feel the sign, right in my lower intestine
It gives me pain and tummy aches, it must have been something that I ate

Could have been oats, wheat or rye, could have been the batter on the fish we buy
They call it gluten, and its absolutin’, the reason I get sick inside

(chorus)

They say it’s not an allergy, but an intolerance from my family tree
I can make buns, and I can make bread, I can make anything that you’re all fed

I make things that are sweet or sour, I make it all with special flour
There’s no difference between you and me, except the fact that I’m gluten-free

(chorus)

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Responses

  1. This is Camden’s favorite song! We hope to see you back in Minnesota soon! We miss the GF Blues…..(in person is always better then itunes)


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