I don’t remember the context, but a few weeks ago, songwriter Pat Wictor let drop the phrase “a woman with a suitcase full of vices.” I said, “Pat, that’s a song title,” and he said, “It’s yours if you want it.” That’s the wrong (or right) thing to say to me in February, so my dozenth song for February Album Writing Month is “Suitcase Full Of Vices.”
Please don’t take it too seriously. I was having fun with the phrase, rhyming city names, and playing some down and dirty blues harp. And the steel resonator. It has no relation to what’s been happening or how I’m feeling. None whatsoever. No, really.
I think I’m going to end up with more than fourteen songs this year, and I’m pretty happy with almost all of them. Feels like my best February yet.