The expression “I m just a friend of the triangle
player” is sometimes used in English to
own up to the fact that you have gate-crashed, or are about to gate-crash a
party or some kind of event to which you have not been invited.
This particular song was written for the first
Lakeside Stories, a compilation CD of original work from Singer/Songwriter’s
and friends from the Hoorn area in the North of Holland where I live.
The song is about a fictitious person who has made a
fine art out of gate-crashing parties and getting into places where he is not
welcome. His greatest moment is actually finding his way into the White House
in Washington and meeting the US President of the day, Bill Clinton.
After I had written the song and had prepared to do a rough recording of it at Steve Phillips house. I called my up friend Ian Moffatt, who is a drummer and a percussionist and asked him if he would play some triangle on it. A day before the recording session was due, I decided to dedicate the song to Moff and wrote an extra verse with words to that effect. Moff only got to see the original text without the last verse. So, as it happened, we did the recording in one take. Hence Moff only heard the lyrics of the last verse and found out the song was dedicated to him while we were actually recording it. Maybe that’s why there are a lot of ‘tinging’ going on at the end of the recording