Sexual Intellectual: Songs from the intersection of Desire and Better Judgement 1. Who. The best of songs, the worst of songs: they're all just hiccups in a songwriter's mind until the right musicians come along to turn them into stuff you can dance to, sing to your dog, ponder on a rainy day, and otherwise enjoy. Right off the top, I am supremely grateful to all the musicians who put their time and talent into this project. Without them these songs would be nada, zilch, zero. Or as Boston mandolin guru Jimmy Ryan would put it, "bupkis." Check out the bios for these folks as listed on our Facebook page and note the common threads and crossing of paths that bring these musicians together again and again over the years. The web is thick! And dark! 2. How. Where does this stuff come from? Music happens. In the shower. Driving. Falling in love. Breaking up. Two words walk into a bar...the next thing you know they're a song. I don't own them; they own me, at least long enough to escape into the world for others to puzzle over and hopefully enjoy as much as I do. Some songs take years to hatch. Others seem to write themselves before I can get out of bed to take dictation. 3. What. Half the fun of travel is discovering for yourself all the stuff the guidebooks never mention. So these liner notes are merely prologue and certainly not the whole story. One thing I can tell you is that this album deals with the promises our minds make that our hearts can't deliver, and vice versa. Dispatches from the intersection of Desire and Better Judgment. Traffic reports from the corner of Love and Lust. People tell me it's hard to categorize this album. I consider that a compliment. It's not like I set out to make the musical statement: I never met a genre I didn't like. It just seems natural that the music we write reflects the music we hear. So why shouldn't this sound like my music collection, the stuff I play with other musicians, and what I hear people rocking in bars and concert halls from Boston to Borneo? An artist could be called worse things than schizophrenic. Like most musicians, my river is filled by many streams. It's said that if you steal from one, it's plagiarism, but if you steal from many, it's research. I do research. Or, as Einstein remarked, "The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources." Anyone can imitate someone else's style; the real challenge is in finding your own. Hank Williams already did Hank Williams. And he did it better than anyone else ever will. Same with Muddy, Duke, Ray, Ella and all the greats. Who'd want to read American literature if everybody wrote like Twain or Hemingway? Like Oscar Wilde said: "Be yourself: everybody else is taken." This CD is me just having fun doing me, with help from a huge family of immensely talented friends. It was a party, and I hope you enjoy it as much as we did. If you have to call it something, call it Gumbo Therapy. -Stroker.