And then, in October of 2020, on a Saturday, exactly one day after the release of my album Sundowner, feeling psychically unburdened after letting go of a record that had been in my back pocket for nearly two years, I headed towards Memphis, to work on my next one. I could feel the moving parts of an album gathering inside of me and knew I needed to heed the call of the siren that had been sounding ever since first playing in Memphis a year earlier, and let it be the backdrop to the story I was trying to tell - a story of dreams and their dreamers, and the tragedy that often follows them both. What better place to tell such a tale?
(It was foggy and surreal on the drive in as I approached Memphis through southwest Arkansas. Through the fog downtowns skyline eventually revealed itself just over the river. Shout out to my companion, a bag of apples that I bought from an orchard along the way, sitting shotgun).
You paint such a picture. I could imagine sitting in the passenger seat, coming in through that mist. And cradling a bag of apples carefully.
I love - and know that feeling - that description 'I could feel the moving parts of an album gathering inside me'.