Page 20 of August Lane
Jojo:
[laughs] I heard that one, too. “Sundown” is complicated. It’s a dark song, and I don’t do dark. I don’t do pain. But that’s how it came out. David wanted me to write a song about home—
Emma:
David Henry, your manager.
Jojo:
Yes. He’s been with me since the beginning. We were trying to decide on a demo, and he wanted me to write about home because that’s country, right? Leaving it or going back to it or missing it. He thought it would help me be seen in Nashville, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him it wouldn’t matter. I’m always gonna be this color. Eyes’ll skate right on past me. But he was adamant, so I said I’d try.
Emma:
Could you talk a little about your process?
Jojo:
Every song tells a story. So I tried to think about the good things I missed about Arcadia. Memories I might want to share. But I didn’t miss anything. Still don’t miss those skinny little streets with no traffic lines. Don’t miss being bored out of my mind because there ain’t shit to do. I used to walk outside and scream to hear something other than the same sounds I heard every day of my life. That’s how bored I was. The only thing I missed was this little restaurant called King’s Kitchen. One of those hole-in-the-wall places that makes the whole menu all day. Meatloaf forbreakfast, pancakes for dinner. It’s been there as long as I can remember. I think it still is. Or at least, I hope so. I hope it’s not all Sonics and Pizza Hut now.
Emma:
You haven’t been back?
Jojo:
Not much. My mom’s gone so… no, I don’t go often.
