I started writing this album on my last tour. As much as I love to play live music and connect with people at shows, I was homesick. Maybe it was because, before getting on the road, I had packed up my apartment to move (again)—this time, headed to NYC. Sitting backstage, I started daydreaming about the spiral staircase up to my old, Montreal apartment and suddenly, I had written most of Til I Get Home.
ps. Nope, I am not wearing socks and sandals in this photo.