For this Throwback Thursday: The cover of May Day. Back in early 1997, maybe January, Pam Springsteen (yes, Bruce's very talented sister) and I spent a couple days together taking pictures and getting to know each other. I woke up with this idea and Pam captured it beyond my hopes. There's something so mysterious about collaboration when two people get a strong sense of the same thing. It was early in the morning and that is my (former) house on Idaho Avenue in Nashville. I've always loved the cover of May Day because it immediately insists one question: "Why?" The grass was dead and wet from an early morning rain and I was barely awake. Too blurry to be self-conscious. And I trusted Pam. I'm a firm believer that the camera captures what the photographer sees. So it's my advice to always work with photographers that see beauty, or at the very least a complexity of humor, detail, intrigue and story. I don't share these things to be self-congratulatory in any fashion. I feel that I've been guarded in my pursuit of a life in music. I value art and integrity and privacy above all else. Those impulses certainly haven't helped my cause in an environment of "brave" (and I feel ultimately dangerous) marketing. I worry at times my mode has been read as aloofness, or coldness, or even worse disinterest. I just always wanted to strike a balance between my life and my work. I guess I've been selfish, I still want to experience both equally without one imposing on the other. Few things are worse than a life with a self-imposed and self-obsessed aquarium over one's head. At any rate, I've rambled. I can't wait for you to hear Boxers. It's rooted in the same stuff that made May Day. Punk, folk, the working class and a brutal hope. I believe it's as good as I've done. Possibly my best because I trusted with all my guts the guys who made it with me. I've always had this immovable notion that once it's written and recorded that music isn't for the writer, that it has a job to do. A bigger work to do out there in the ether & vague spirit of the culture it "exists" in. By those standards I feel quite often that I've failed & am failing miserably. But I won't give up on that idea.