19 April 2023
Home Sweet Home
It’s the last day in New York and inevitably thoughts turn towards home.
“Tonight, tonight, I’m on my way. Home sweet home.”
Living and working for a week in Hell’s Kitchen is pretty tough. The traffic, the noise, the people, the dirt.
It’s a hassle to get anywhere and it’s a hassle to be heard.
“I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad, it’s been so long
Mama, I’m coming home.”
As we drink our last beers together Houndbites starts to feel homesick.
Nothing that hundreds of touring bands and musicians haven’t felt over the years.
“Sweet home Alabama
Lord I’m comin’ home to you.”
Inevitably a playlist starts to emerge and this one practically writes itself.
Enjoy and always remember where you’re from.