"Orange" might be the best song on Building a Hole, if for no other reason than its novelty. This song is a musical painting of my mischievous comrade Robert McLendon Eaves, III. He transferred to Westover High School in our Junior year. I had Trig with him. He was very slow to come out of his shell. At first he was inept and quiet. I took him under my wing by inviting him into my circle of friends. He lived down the street from Marc and wasn’t too far from me either. We encouraged him to try out for the Forensics Team, the speech and debate club. Over that first year, he slowly bloomed into a gregarious gentleman. However, by the time we were Seniors, something had gone awry. He had somehow become arrogant and a little too comfortable in uncomfortable situations. He was a madman, especially with the ladies. One afternoon, he approached me in feigned confusion. I asked,"What’s up?" He replied, "Um, I was hanging out with so-and-so, and I think I gave her an ‘O’." "An O?," I replied. He began to elbow me lightly in the ribs. "You know, an ‘O’," he said. "Robby, what the hell are you talking about? You gave her an orange? What?," I said. I was rather loud considering it we were out of class illegally roaming the halls at the time. Then, he just burst into uncontrollable laughter and stumbled away. Once he was a well out of view I said to myself, "He gave her an orgasm." That story, coupled with the fact that he loved to drive fast and he "pantsed" me in front of my friends one day at Wrightsville Beach, is what inspired the song. Thanks, Robby. Call me.