If I knew then what I know now, I may never have written "The 
        Song." It was never my intention to become known as the "Catman" 
        of folk music. It just kind of happened
 
        The story begins 20 years ago.
        I'd gotten home from playing a late night gig at some downtown bar.
        Having satisfied my thirst for music and single malt liquor, I was 
          now parched for sleep.
        As I lay beside my wife, tuning up for a night of Guinness Book of 
          World Records snoring, my two cats appeared, wanting cat food.
        They began an awkward "cat ballet" as, in turn, each one 
          jumped over my face. They made sure to gently brush the tip of my nose 
          on the way by.
        
        This comical scenario went on for several minutes, 'til I resigned myself 
        to the fact that I had two choices:
        a) go to the 24 hour Mac's Milk to get cat food, or
        b) do something else. 
        So, I got up and wrote them a song.
        The two furry criminals in question were: "Syd," 137 lbs. 
          of orange street cat gone wrong and "The Flea," a little black 
          kitten that looked like a flea that had jumped off Syd's back, when 
          they stood "side by each."
        At 4 a.m., in my living room, I played them the finished song, title 
          simply, "Syd and The Flea," for their approval.
        They were not impressed. They wanted tuna, not tunes. When I finished 
          singing them their new song, they walked away shaking their heads.
        I could have sworn I heard Syd mutter, "He's not coming back this 
          time, is he?"
        So, stuck with a song about my cats, I tried it out on an audience 
          or two. Sure that this was a throw away song, I was puzzled at the exuberant 
          response it elicited from my folksy listeners.
        "Play the cat song" became the most frequently shouted request, 
          and every effort on my part to retire the song from my repertoire proved 
          futile.
        Then, my manager at the time decided cat t-shirts were in order.
        A kind and beautiful artist and friend, the late Liz Rock, arrived 
          one day with a Polaroid camera, and Syd and The Flea did their first 
          photo shoot!
        From the photos, Liz created a couple of amazing caricatures of my 
          feline super-stars, and soon we had people walking around wearing Syd 
          and The Flea caricatures on their chests.
        It was now too late to get out
        
        A second cat song was written, the premise being that now, with their 
        newly found celebrity status, Syd and The Flea found themselves surrounded 
        by an entourage of hangers on. The song was called "Cats Everywhere" 
        and it made it on to the next Hacking CD, Skysongs. It had 
        lines like: 
         "There's a cat on the piano
          And a cat on the guitar
          There's a cat in the driveway
          Parking his car
          There's a cat in the bathtub
          Tryin' to get clean
          There's a kitty cat message
          On my answering machine
          There's cats everywhere"
        With an increasing demand for cat songs, Kirk Elliott and I got together 
          and made an album titled, Orange Cats Make the Very Best Friends.
        The result was truly amazing.
        With no promotional budget whatsoever, Festival Distribution suddenly 
          started ordering and re-ordering cat CDs, forcing an early second pressing.
        The CD has remained on Festival's "top ten sellers" list 
          for months now.
        CBC has featured it 
          on Vinyl Café, 
          Fresh Air, 
          Metro 
          Morning and many other shows. At least one CBC 
          promo voted it one of the top songs of the year.
        And, I've appeared on a CBC interview, in which the on air host, Jeff 
          Goodes, telephoned my new cat T-Pot to make sure she was listening 
          to my interview!
        
        So, roll me a catnip cigarette, give my whiskers a trim, and it's showtime! 
         "The couch is ripped and torn apart
          The stuffing is pulled out
          The litter box is empty
          With the gravel strewn about
          Everything's in disarray
          It makes me grump and mutter
          There's cat hair on the tablecloth
          And tongue marks on the butter!
          Life with a naughty kitty
          Isn't very pretty
          So I sing this mournful song
          About when cats go wrong
"
        - The Catman
        P.S.  Norm's CDs Orange 
          Cats, One Voice 
          and Skysongs may be 
          ordered from:  Festival Distribution, Inc., 1-800-633-8282, www.festival.bc.ca 
          , or visit Norm's web site www.normhacking.com
        Webmaster's note:  Full lyrics for a number of Norm's songs 
          are on this website.  Click on title for those mentioned above:
          Syd and The Flea
          Cats Everywhere
          When Cats Go Wrong
        See the list of Norm's on-line lyrics, poetry 
          and prose, including other Taxi News columns.