Not Jane

True story time! This is one of those songs that are forced into being by some random experience that leaves you scratching your head wondering, did that really just happen? I was between jobs, out for a weekday morning coffee on Commercial Drive with a friend when someone he knew (somehow) stopped by our sidewalk table. She was much younger, and in fact as she told us, skipping high school right then to do a photo shoot later. But now, at 9am, she had a joint and invited us around the corner to smoke it. Fresh with my unsought morning high (the old “wake and bake”), I couldn’t believe this teenage model had just swooped down on us like that and changed the outlook of my whole day (there was not likely to be any serious job hunting after that, for one thing). Her age never came up, but the fact that she was still in high school, and as grown up as she clearly was, led me to muse that “she’s 18 – at the most.” Best of all, her name was really Angel, which is how the twist of the song title and chorus came to me – the song was completely written a little later that same magical day.