I’ve been known to talk about the songs I’ve written. Sometimes I’m asked to and other times I just feel like talking. If I’m being completely honest though, I don’t feel so desperately inclined to speak about “Ohio”. What I can say is that this past thanksgiving, after four years, two records and all the touring that went along with a full career reboot I finally settled down long enough to get some perspective. The thought was I would take some time off, do an acoustic run in the spring and figure out what comes next when i returned. What happened was something altogether different and really kind of beautiful. In the midst of living the closest thing to a normal home life I could imagine for myself, I began to write. Not for anything or anyone. There was no goal, no deadline, no story I was trying to tell. Just the hours in the day when Cecilia was off at school or everyone had gone to bed or whatever, that I felt like sitting in my little back house studio and making noises until they sounded like music. In the middle of it all this song appeared. I hadn’t intended to write it. It’s rare for me to dig so far into my memory, but in this case the call was not one that could go unanswered. Ohio is about my families pilgrimage from a small town in Ohio to the coast of California. I call it a pilgrimage because that’s how it felt. At least that’s how I remember it. I suppose it’s one thing to run away but it’s another be pulled down the road by what feels like the hand of fate. But there I go again, talking about a song.