“I’d like to play a song about a couple of extraordinarily miserable people drinking themselves to death in the middle of nowhere down a country road. ‘Country road’ doesn’t mean like what it means on ‘The Waltons.’ It means a gigantic highway, as wide as it is long, it seems, which I think is an impossibility, but it doesn’t feel like it when you’re looking from one side to the next and you make your way down to the house, going, ‘Maybe I’ll go see my old friends and see how they’re doing.’ A horrible idea; you should have called maybe before you made that decision. It’s an expensive, long flight, and they’re drunks. Some people say ‘Woo! They’re drunks!’ No, not woo! Actual drunks, not ‘woo’-worthy. They’re dangerous and they look kind of yellow around the eyes. It’s not really a romantic life they’re leading.” -- JD intro from a recording of a show on June 23, 2011
“I’d like to play a song about a couple of extraordinarily miserable people drinking themselves to death in the middle of nowhere down a country road. ‘Country road’ doesn’t mean like what it means on ‘The Waltons.’ It means a gigantic highway, as wide as it is long, it seems, which I think is an impossibility, but it doesn’t feel like it when you’re looking from one side to the next and you make your way down to the house, going, ‘Maybe I’ll go see my old friends and see how they’re doing.’ A horrible idea; you should have called maybe before you made that decision. It’s an expensive, long flight, and they’re drunks. Some people say ‘Woo! They’re drunks!’ No, not woo! Actual drunks, not ‘woo’-worthy. They’re dangerous and they look kind of yellow around the eyes. It’s not really a romantic life they’re leading.” -- JD intro from a recording of a show on June 23, 2011