Liner notes
For the newest record I went back to Hank's garage, the same oil-and-old-wood smell, the same cracked concrete. Mom's glasses on a dashboard, a radio that never stood still, a bus driver locking up the schoolhouse in June. I'm older and the voice is gravel, but the Telecaster is the same one and the Hammond still swells where it wants to. I close every show with a slow hymn, and I tried to make the last track on this one feel like that goodnight.
Dusty Calloway