Meet Me After Midnight ©

The story — in my words

I wrote this one while sitting in a dimly lit corner of a hotel bar in Chicago, watching the band pack up their gear. There is a specific kind of silence that hits when the brass instruments are back in their cases and the ice has finally melted in everyone's glass. I wanted to capture that 'in-between' moment—the transition from the performance to the private hours. The 'tennis axe' was a nickname we had for a specific beat-up guitar case one of the rhythm boys carried. It’s a song about the longing for one person to step out of that fading neon glow and join you in the cold morning air before the rest of the world wakes up. We cut this in a single take to keep that weary, midnight energy intact.