Singled Out: Spacecamp's Miko D.T.B.

Miko D.T.B. started off as a jam session in our rehearsal space I'm pretty sure. Or maybe it started off as a jam that Steven, Chris, Omer and I would play on stage at soundcheck during some Adam Green tour we did as his backing band. I can't remember which. I think the first part of the song, the versey-chorusey parts were put together long before the whole crystal-cavern-disco-outro part which probably just came out spontaneously after a joint or a lemon-ginger tea from Pies and Thighs, our favorite snack spot across the street from our space.

The problem is, we've had that song around for a long time but are just now releasing it. That's why it's so hard to remember exactly how it evolved. It's a weird song so maybe it doesn't matter when it was written. The recording doesn't really feel like it fits in any particular two year-pop-trend-pattern-cycle that industry stiffs like to believe exist, maybe some combination of Jan '76, Feb '86, May '96, Sept '06 (what a weird month) and a few weeks ago. Who knows.

Lyrically, the song is about a boat captain who is running a shipment of guns and narcotics from Brazil to the Keys for export to the states. He is betrayed by his lover. His boat is boarded by a group of very good soccer players. They carry golden revolvers and fight valiantly for their heroine (not the drug), Sister Crystalline, also the Captain's fraudulent bed-mate. Her actions are sanctified by the fact that she is the leader of an ancient-mystic-shamanistic-psychotropic religious society. Her motives are unclear, even to me. If only I had a few more hyphens I could probably figure it out. She probably means well, even though she behaved badly.