I wish I was walking in the woods. That sounds like a cherry assignment compared to what is going on in my house right now. I can’t go into my kitchen because there is a rodent in there. I saw him run through the living room a couple of nights ago. So I got some of those glue trays, and put one under the kitchen counter, in an indentation near the dishwasher. When I got home last night, the bloke had surfed the tray all the way into the middle of the kitchen. I fantasized about the velocity that it would have taken to move that thing ten feet, but since I had been home for a while, I started hearing the tail lash against the floor, and I was hoping the bugger couldn't get loose and come after me in the middle of the night. Wanna come over to my house and get this thing out of here? Will he be dead, or exhausted by today? What if he gets loose?

Photo by Greg AllenYesterday was quite the day, I crashed my phone, then someone hit my car in a parking lot, and now this. I might just take a “walk in the woods...and never come back.” But seriously, there is something so mysterious about this song. Is it an alien abduction? A childish prank, or something more sinister? Or something more committed, like running away for love, being misunderstood? Read the lyrics - oh the ambiguity! Love, love, love Peter Case. This song comes from his 1986 solo self-titled record. Last year he released the raw and rocking album Wig!, then The Case Files, a collection of demos, outtakes, live tracks and other odds and ends from his solo career, appeared this year. Peter is about to take another run at the road in starting September 9th. We caught up with him at Americana Fest in Nashville last year. It was intense. Yes it was.

- Jessie Scott