Uploaded March 2022 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
I wrote this in 2012, I think. I was almost 2 years sober. It was raining cats and dogs. The gutters were raging torrents. I was living in The Hobo Dojo on a horse property in Thousand Oaks, and my whole yard was mud. The sticky kind. I went for a drive, passed every bar, and made it home a few hours later, feeling weirdly happy and at peace. This song poured out of me that night, and I recorded it a while later with a batch of great musicians. My only instruction to them was to play like they'd just downed a few pints of Guinness. They did not disappoint.
If you're out partying tonight, have fun, but not too much.
I wrote this in 2012, I think. I was almost 2 years sober. It was raining cats and dogs. The gutters were raging torrents. I was living in The Hobo Dojo on a horse property in Thousand Oaks, and my whole yard was mud. The sticky kind. I went for a drive, passed every bar, and made it home a few hours later, feeling weirdly happy and at peace. This song poured out of me that night, and I recorded it a while later with a batch of great musicians. My only instruction to them was to play like they'd just downed a few pints of Guinness. They did not disappoint.
If you're out partying tonight, have fun, but not too much.
