It was a Sunday and it started at the Great Jones Cafe.

There were many rounds of Bloody Marys when Great Jones was known for Great Bloody Marys and maybe there were beers and possibly other kinds of adult beverages involved – was the Bloody Mary marathon a sort of "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down" brought on by a Saturday Night full-on Tom & Jerry’s throwdown, as was known to happen many Saturday nights during this long-ago period lost to glassy-eyed, bleary-mind memory lapses in the old memory hotel – or was it just another Sunday, as it were?

At some point, there was a journey on foot across the Village through early evening traffic that ended up almost impossibly at 14th street and 9th avenue in the Meatpacking District. This was before the raw and gritty neighborhood was transformed into the grotesque yuppie playground it is today. A shame, that.

And this was also before King of Beef Studio was any kind of studio at all.

And there was certainly more drinking involved therein.

And then this:

An Impromptu Musical Moment, some would say Inspired (as these moments were known to happen at said apartment at said cross streets) turned into "She Cut Me On Sunday," which seemed to have its inspiration/origin in a certain boy sees cute girl at bar kind of moment and then a sort of here's my phone number, give me a call later on tonight because, you know, we’ll be hanging out all night getting even more loaded and possibly even making up songs on the spot just because we can sort of vibe that could only be possible or dreamed up in the New York City of the early to mid-90s.

The fact that this Impromptu/Inspired Musical Moment has been rumored to be in existence for the past 15 years or so makes it substantial enough in the King of Beef Mythology, that this song maybe even be the original starting point for this whole thing, this whole exercise of recording impromptu musical moments just for fun, and just because its something to do on a Saturday night after drinking all day and because there’s a tape machine over here and there’s a microphone over there and somebody just picked up a guitar and how about that harmonica and can anybody play this shaker and why the name King of Beef anyway? sort of thing.

And the fact that this Mythological Track has resurfaced after years of hiding in the vast King of Beef Archive System, a place you get easily lost in like deep in dark corridors of Kafka’s Castle, and has been impossibly found under the floorboards, dusted off like some relic from the lost civilization of We Were Inseparable Friends Then And Had Endless Good Times And Can You Remember When, and finally coming to light after all these years of rumors and hearsay and lost memory and such.

If you were there then this was your moment and if you weren’t there you most certainly have heard the rumors.

So here it is, a lost moment in time impossibly recovered for all time moving forward until of course eternity.

And if anybody remembers any other important details of that day...