A dude named Steve Poltz (me) in East Nashville wakes up one morning and gets a call from another dude in East Nashville named Dex Green. Dex says, Hey man, you live so close. You oughta come over and make some music. Maybe well document it who knows, maybe its a record.Capturing me in a studio is like convincing a whirling dervish to stop spinning long enough to sign a bill into law. Its chaos, caffeine, and accidental poetry art colliding with microphones and commerce in a glorious mess. Thats...