I believe this is the only love song I ever wrote. I loathe love songs, with a few exceptions. I’m more interested in quirky ideas and odd perspectives. I suppose, “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy” is my ideal of a love song, or maybe “Lola.” Who the hell likes both of those? Well, this one’s all schmaltzy and innocent and young (I was only about 18 and naive as a newborn when I wrote it – one of those shy introspective kids who led a sheltered life but tried hard to be all cool and “with it” but hadn’t a clue what that was. As Ziggy once put it, “Every time I figure out where it’s at, somebody moves it.” Oh, and Judy? She was a real person, but after all these years I can’t recall if I knew her or just saw her. Where did I encounter her? Did I ever told her about the song? All I have is an image of her face and nothing more, but I have no idea if that is how she actually looked or how she looks in my memory: just another one of those teenage crushes that all blend in together as an extended multi-year case of puppy love, the details lost in the mists of innocence.