McCann was sitting around on his ass per usual wondering what to do with his newly recorded "Lullabies for Bloodshot Eyes" and being generally miserable when the invitation came to join his friend Paul Lamb on a songwriting excursion in rural Nova Scotia. When we landed the next day in Halifax, Paul was there to pick us up and we meandered our way to beautiful Annapolis Royal to make up some songs. The first 5 were pretty enough but very sad (McCann's fault) so to break "the heavy" paul suggested we all go out to dinner with his Bignell inlaws at a litlle place literally called "The End of the Line". the Dark One  reluctantly agreed and was quickly charmed by the "Good People" you can meet on a whim if you give the world half a chance. When we returned to the cabin (owned by said Bignell's) Paul (now ready to slit his wrists) asked McCann if they could please try to write a happy song. Still buzzing from his extremely rare positive social encounter, the great misanthrope surprised all by saying "How bout we call it Good People?"

and they did.

Tosh