i heard this song in the basement of the San Francisco house where we recorded some of the tracks on See America. I was going through some rough times that weekend and i was having trouble recoding , and when I heard this song it helped my get back in my groove.
This song takes me back to Atlanta, Georgia somewhere in the early '90s hanging out with my buddy Delbert Murphy on the grassy hillside at the Carter Center in the middle of the night. Smokin' doobies and drinking night train, staring at the city skyline playing guitar and learning how to play harmonica.
Years ago, while sitting in a boat in the middle of Bass Lake watching the sunset on the 4th of July this song came on the radio. And the guy driving the boat fired up a doobie and passed it my way as I was opening a beer. And it was at that moment I looked across the boat at my beautiful wife and realized how much I had missed her all these years.
This is the first song that made me want to play guitar...that wasn't a Metallica song. It lead to a lot of my bluesy influences while living in Georgia, which further lead to my harmonica playing.