Chapter FiveI can’t stand the sound of my pacing across the creaking wood floors of the farmhouse, so as soon as it’s an even reasonably decent hour I climb into my truck and head to the city.
My farmhouse sits on a few acres in an unincorporated township about twelve miles south of the big city of Lakefield, Ohio. I lease the acreage to an organic farm-to-table outfit in the city. The farmhouse is outfitted to record, and the expense means I made about half as much as I usually do on my last album, but having more control over the process was worth it. I usually love the farmhouse, love that I can record and make music at any time with anyone without booking time or dealing with a producer in the early stages of an album.
This morning, the farmhouse was just empty. As infertile as the w
