Mitchell agreed to be part of the band for this record. I wrote the song on a quiet dog walk in the woods and recorded it in a fury of sound and emotion. North Carolina was starting to figure prominently in my musical life. I found a different direction with this record, trying to infuse some soul and groove into the old punk sound. I did two months of my own solo touring across the U. This record was freeing and fun to make. The drive from my home in North Georgia to Nashville is a good one, it winds through the mountains of northwest Georgia for a while, follows the national disgrace of the Trail of Tears briefly, and then hits the highway right before Chattanooga and Monteagle.
We were venturing into life as independent artists again and his supportive, highly creative, devil-may-care attitude was just what we needed.
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