a train track rusted
“A smokestack grey is laughter in the rain / A train track rusted won't carry me away” Dayton's post-industrial ghost haunted my early songwriting efforts like a quarrelsome friend. As much as the city’s 1970's/1980's state of decay seemed to, at times, smother me in a depressive cloud, I also found a kind of inspiring romance in the crumbling, failing factories and the disused railways. I carry that influence with me today, 2500 miles and 30-plus years distant. And I carry i
