Sometimes bad habits, like drinking too much, can make you feel invincible and cause you to forget that you’re doing severe damage to yourself. Indestructible Machine was a poem I wrote with that in mind and it summed up the way I was feeling and tied all the songs together.
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.
Seems like everywhere I go, someone says: ‘There’s nothinnngggg to dooo in Ohioooo’. Well, there is, kids. Now, I didn’t know there was anything to do in Maumee, Ohio. In fact, I’d never heard of it until I played at the Village Idiot there a few months ago and had one of the gooiest, chewiest, thin-crustiest, sausagiest pizzas I have ever had in my life.
I was lucky enough to play with these girls at the Empty Glass in Charleston, West Virginia, last month. Their songs truly make you want to cry in your beer, or dance in your cowboy boots, or sit on the porch and chew grass, or whatever people say about bluegrass. I’m pretty sure Melissa Carper could sing that [...]