The postprandial song is the perfect compliment to a meal eaten in silence. After all, it ain’t polite to sing with your mouth full, but you’d never know that from looking at my mic. Who knows from whence this song came? It’s the kind of thing that just ain’t on the internet. My guess is the South, Deep South, buried anonymously somewhere in America’s dark past.
The postprandial song consists of octaves―octaves that make you go mmmm. It’s a funky ass groove too, alternating octaves with portamento bends going up and down. This is known as a ‘murky bass’ or ‘broken octaves’. The example above is near an F# octave. The high F#‘s bend up, while the low F#‘s bend down. The final tone actually bends a little lower than the second tone, because of the singer’s sustained gastronomic delight.
Maybe Pythagoras himself invented the postprandial song: sitting down to his straight edge veg*n meal. In deep musical meditation, lured into song by the rhythmic mastication of his disciples, he begins to hum the blessèd diapason.
