One night, I was reading a bedtime story called “Little Miss Magic” to my daughter. She asked me for some milk, and on my way to the refrigerator I started snapping my fingers singing “Little Miss Magic, Little Miss Magic.” A little while later, the first verse came out. And it stayed like that for quite a while. Sometimes songs do that to me.
Then one day the bridge arrived, and the song came back to the forefront. I lamented a while over the exact wording, and struggled with the second verse, but eventually it all came together. Of course, then the process started all over again as I began arranging and recording. And oh I love that process so.
So here it is, the product of months of stirring the pot until I finally got the right flavor. It’s a far cry from the fun children’s book that kicked it off, or a father-daughter song like Jimmy Buffet’s of the same title you might have expected. My Little Miss Magic took a decidedly different turn, and I’m under her spell. Enjoy.