It seems like I always stumble across Joe Hill’s writing in a time of desperate need for something to read. Most recently was when I was on tour and searching up and down for a good bookstore. Just as I’d given up and decided no one reads in San Diego, we found a little indie bookstore and Horns jumped at me off one of the shelves.
I didn’t even want to play the show that night because I couldn’t stop reading it. It set the mood for the rest of the trip, and while that may not have been a good thing, it was cool as fuck. That’s what Joe Hill is: cool as fuck. I will read anything he puts out.