Album Notes

You see a dog standing in the middle of the Interstate ‘round dusk, and think to yourself, what is that debris comin’ my way from the next lane? Could it be that the RV slammed on its brakes and the laws of physics allowed its bumper to plow into the pavement just in the nick o’ time to avoid hitting that spirit dog? Could be. You swerve to avoid harming that supernatural beast, as it stares back at you with an unearthly yet strangely familiar look, and find yourself creating some road trip tunes to accompany your adventure into the dark side and back. It’s now dinnertime, so why not stop in at the next truck stop for some fine grits and hash browns. Put a lotta Tabasco on those eggs and dig into the sonic harmonics!