"Lookin' for a Beehive Waitress,
serve me coffee fresh and hot.
Lookin' for a Beehive Wiatress,
give her everything I got."

How often have these words woken you from a sweaty dream, jerked upright in a gasping panic. Disoriented at first, but as your eyes get used to the darkness and the by-now-familiar surroundings of the seedy weekly rate motel you've been living in for, God, how long has it been?, you realize it was only a another dream. Tha's right, another figment of your booze-addled, junky brain. Another mirage from a mind made mad by the morose meanderings of a meaningless life. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before the day before that.

Not ever, huh? Well, never mind.

This is a story of a song. Not a famous song, mind you, but one that had its fans. Born in a kitchen in Oakland, the morning after a party of some sort, Craig, Mary and I had taken our breakfast in a local greasy spoon. On the bus ride back the their apartment, an idea for a song was born. Craig had the story, I had the riff and Mary had the finishing lyrical. And as was so often the case with the Clark Redwood Songwriting Factory, within a couple of hours, we had it on tape...

What follows is that original version, performed and recorded in that apartment in Oakland Then the second version, recorded about a year later, in my place in Burbank, with a real drumset. Imagine that! No hardware or stands for the drums. Just sitting on the floor, beat them with sticks. Crude but effective...

Finally, a real live rock band version. I like how it's a full minute shorter that the first two. I know the guitar solo is a few bars shorter, but don't you think we were tearing it up a little more?

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Anyway, that's the story of the Beehive Waitress. It is, to my knowledge, the only one of the Stumps' tunes to have actually been performed by an Actual Rock Band. And it was part of our regular set. We usually played it last, to leave the crowd rockin' Hey, two's company, three's a crowd, right? By the way, we were called Ghost Town at this point. To here more of that, click here....