There’s something about being born in the south that you just can’t shake. It never leaves your blood, no matter where your life may take you. I’ve been all over the world and still have Spanish moss hanging all over me. It’s in my vowels and dropped g’s, in my gestures, in my tendency to want to monogram anything that will stay still long enough, in my longings, in my music, and in my dreams. Someone asked me once how long I’d lived in New York City, and when I replied that I’d lived here for years, he asked me how I hadn’t lost my accent yet. I told him I couldn’t if I wanted to and that just for the record, I did not want to.
I’m celebrating it all with 75 minutes of music at Joe’s Pub on May 22nd. I’ll have a killer band with me and we’ll work out some of the best songs about the south, new and old. I love where I live, but I’m proud of where I’m from, and I want to sing about it.