I wanted the wind off the Gulf. I wanted the air that touches the skin. I wanted the paint that sticks to the back of the eyeball. I wanted the scream of nutrias. I wanted a house full of music and laughter. I wanted to make something grand. I wanted it to swing hard. I wanted to peek through death’s keyhole. I wanted my monster to run. I wanted to sing songs that I had written in stretches of frenzy. I wanted to fall in love with every note. I wanted to hold each one and let it slip away like ribbon through the hands. I wanted to make something important to me and to no one else. I wanted it like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. I wanted it because life is short and I wouldn’t want to leave it without giving it all of my love.
I wanted to work with Trina Shoemaker, whose genius is utter and pure.
I wanted to work with Zack Hickman, Sam Kassirer, Josh Kaufman and Matt Barrick because they are among the most imaginative people I have ever had the honor of knowing. I wanted to play in a beautiful studio all day and walk home at night through the ghosty wedding cake houses of the Garden District dark.
I wanted to play messianic oracular honky-tonk.
Mama says that I was born hungry, but I woke up one morning not long ago and found that I was ravenous.
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