
So, essentially: Tom used to live at 4 Hillside Street in Edinburgh and while he was there he wrote a song provisionally titled 'The Song with a 'Fuck' in the Chorus', partially as an exploration of a bad breakup and partially as an exercise in changing G to Am to C and back again. The song, he noted, was better than expected. He continued to play. As the sun rose in Hillside street he realised he was now proficient in that chord progression. It had taken just thirteen hours. 'I am a natural', he thought.
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