Mr Butterfly was a product of crazy music sessions with my niece’s children Rowan & Libby when I lived in France. Libby and I threw it together in an afternoon after a drowsily hot summer’s stroll. There were so many butterflies, I idly said to Libby, ‘wouldn’t it be great if we had their wings so we could go flying too’, then realising it sounded a bit like some ghoulish character who takes a butterfly and pins it by it’s wings in their butterfly collection book, I quickly added.., ‘but they need them…I just meant have wings like them , not steal their wings!’
This music is best listened too with eyes closed and imagine you’re lying in a meadow on a hot summer drowsy day just listening to all the insects buzzin in the long grass. Ah… childhood memories (which became the reality for that brief time living in France. Oh well….ca va).
I confess I did some coaching to get Libby to do the superstar bit at the end (…’thank you very much…I love you all’). We had a hoot ! ah me happy memory.