"You wanna record that thing", I said, "we go do it under that so-and-so bridge".

"Ah. And why is that?", Eric Laesser replied.

Hey, I mean that's ALL he said. He didn't scream, cry brain-damage, faint or run for
his mental sanity kit. I explained: "Cause it's here and now, plain and real, just ten
minutes from this-here office. You know, I wrote most of them songs there. In the
summer. I was baking in this pygmy-tiny studio, so I boxed my guitar and went on the
prowl with no idea, and I eventually ended up at the freight-train yard. There was
an old carriage alone on a siding, and I first thought it was too cheap of a cliché.
And then I figured what the hell, nobody'd ever know I'm there! Next thing I know,
I'm sitting there for two months, watching trains, hearing planes, meeting dogs
and clouds with the city rumble in the background. And the songs kept a-coming!
So, well, I think it'd be right to do it there. Plus, since the Blues can't deal with
pretending, I better be true to myself. That's my town, my place, my reality.
I ain't born in Clarksdale, Mississippi, in the first place".

We organized tests, started to look for a crazy enough crew, headached ourselves
in hours of fine-tuning once there. But we got it! And hey, it sounds just like
I heard it that evening, two years earlier, when I left the place thinking that maybe
those songs'd be sweet if captured with those scents of machine grease,
these electric orange streetlights and the night air to wrap 'em.
Now don't get fooled: the bridge and the yard ain't to be found backing the music.
They are IN the songs,words and notes, breath and heartbeats.

We spent two years putting it all up. It sure been some sweat and boo-koo fun.
All it took was lotsa respect for the tradition, plus tons of love for this job
and this music. Of course, we're talking about airtight love here:
but THAT's the easy part, ain't it?