by Joe Scutella
I was speaking with a friend at a bar in Nashville. Like myself, he was a rust belt excapee who had some musical success as a hard rocker but had come to Nashville to rejuvenate his career. He mentioned his little sister, whom I had know, was moving to Nashville as well, escaping an abusive relationship. He said his sister had always talked of living in the south and following her own dream of being an artist-painter, but her husband just wanted her to "get a real job". The song poured out a few days later.