LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

It seems at every gig people tell me I sound like Neil Young. Well, really? Do I?

My motto is INWARD THRU THE FOG. One day about a month ago, Laura 'Taylor' Whitfield told me I should, "write that song." Thinking back on a fog-bound night in California, I wrote it. Norman Pilcher, a friend from Texas, and I were headed north…