This country-fried track was off what would have been Crayon’s third (and final) album.
By 1982, Wayne had become disenchanted with his position in the color box. I didn’t blame him. He and I had little influence over how Crayon records were mixed, and—much to our protestations—David, our producer, seemed to be mixing him out of the picture. At the same time, I was getting tired of the chilly San Francisco summers. So in 1983, I moved back to sunny Sacramento to continue writing and recording on my own, and Wayne went on to bigger and other.