After releasing Last Train to Wonderland, I reflected on what I’d written. It seemed like a collection of songs providing new beginnings and yet, there was something stark about it, something relating to a slight hint of dispair dressed as real necessity of change. There was nothing in my own life leading to that feeling, no bitter resentment or harder edge providing fuel for whatever seemed to be slow burning inside the album. All of the sudden, it struck me that it wasn’t something inside me but outside: my friends were experiencing unemployment lines, my family was feeding me with stories of petty theft, and the sensationalist newscasts were playing the same stories as serious providers. Something was slow burning within our society, yet I couldn’t see nothing good coming out on the other end. When I started writing a new album, I did what I always do - which is travelling the old notebooks for songs that may be used or lines that I can bu...