When I arrived in Minnesota to record my debut upcoming album, I remember walking through the airport, dog tired from the flight, thinking “this is crazy! How the fuck did I get here?” The air was thick and it was incredibly hot. A strange heat that I’d never felt before — muggy, but not unbearable. All that aside, I NEEDED a cigarette. I stepped outside to smoke and gather my thoughts for a minute, still overwhelmed by the whole situation.
Upon walking back in, I was greeted by Kelly and Lindsay, Larry’s daughters (Larry being the chap who brought me over to America to record in the first place.) We began our journey back to Ham Lake in Anoka County, where I’d meet the man himself.