LOVING HENRY
I spent the first warm day of spring out on the porch in Belchertown. I left my shirt off all day and got sunburned so badly I nearly hallucinated from the pain and low temperature. For days I was in agony. During my brief spells of lucidity I read "Good Texas Folk Songs." The original last line of the ballad as dictated in this book is, "The girl you love in Arkansas still thinks you're coming home." I was awed by how mean and ruthless that one word felt, changing the complete expression of the line. We don't sing that word, but it's what I'm thinking about every time I perform this song.
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HUNT THE HORSES
Let's face it – if you're that down and out and need to eat or die, a horse is probably pretty easy to kill.
NASHVILLE TO JESUS
We were staying with Jenny at her new place in Nashville, which was haunted just like her last place. In the mornings when we'd go for coffee she'd stay on the patio practicing cigarettes. As an actress it's an important skill to have in your pocket. She posed like all the great early Hollywood bombshells. She was perfect and her countenance stopped time and erased the year.
The church near her haunted mansion.
The same woman in the checkout line three times in a row.
WHITE BUCKET
It's a lie that I finished "Suttree." I borrowed that book for a year and only made a pitiful dent. Jim Armenti came to me and asked how I liked it. "Did you get to the part where the kid's fucking the watermelon?"
Written on the 26th floor.
BLOODY MURDER
I met Carolyn Mark an hour before I first played with her. She sang 'North Country Fair' and 'Not a Doll' that night and it changed every thing for me.
Coked-out hippie ski hicks in unfriendly hung-over towns.
Killing doe's in ice storms with the rental car.
The shotgun report and the crazy man in the school bus that night and me with my hand on my knife.
SAIL AWAY
There's no wrong way to eat a Reece's Pieces.
MY BABY LEFT ME
I heard Ora's voice singing to me in a Texas hotel. She trilled and fluttered and it made me feel so beautiful. Later in the kitchen at four in the morning I tried to play what I could remember of her song. This is a beast of homage. She is a swan.
WILD BILL JONES
A tribute to the amazing Clyde Troxell of the Cumberland Plateau.
LAST CHANCE
This is a variant of a long line of twisted second cousins in a deep, dark banjo family. If played properly in the presence of a dying person, it's said that this tune coaxes death to come softly and swiftly.
MORE THAN I KNEW
What sticks out in my mind most now is the feel and color of the hard wood floors in that east Vancouver flat. The way the sun made the dust appear frozen. The way her feet sounded in socks coming towards me.
WAYFARING
One of the first songs we ever played together.
WARM CLOTHING LINE
Back when WDVX was still in the trailer I sang this song on the air. The DJ asked me, "Now how long did it take you to write that?"
Knoxville's been a nicer town ever since I left.