Directed by Alexandra Hedison

I Can’t Imagine
Rounder
Produced by Shelby Lynne
Co- Produced by Ben Peeler
Released 2015

It’s a story as old as the ages. I’m not crying about it. Hell no. That’s never been my way. I  store up my rage for when I need to write songs, like Paper Van Gogh.

The song tells the story of an artist feeling like a fake, resorting to origami harps and aluminum kites for a beautiful place to go.  The artist is a creator lost in the world of her heart and loses faith in herself.

Hey, it happens. We write, make, create, sing and say until our hearts break. It’s what we are put here on earth to do. But we aren’t business people.

When I acquired the master tapes of I Am Shelby Lynne and Love, Shelby, I started wondering how I could re-master and re-release the records. Rounder out of Nashville wanted to re-release the records but only if I would consider making a new record to coincide with the re-released masters. I was very hesitant. But I had songs.

So I signed with Concord who owned Rounder—which means Rounder owned my old catalog and Concord owned me.

There was too much input. They wouldn’t leave me alone.   I felt controlled. This record almost wound up in the garbage can and would have had I not wanted my albums out to the world. Five years later this work sits in a strange place suspended in the air, kinda like walking off the ground. I think this record saved something artistic somewhere and I’m not sure it even had anything to do with me. I feel myself in it shifting, turning, waiting as I listen to it or see the pictures.

After it was released, I picked up and left my life of 15 years in the desert. I had to live like a wild wind and allow my whims and heart take me to my artistic freedom somewhere else, or I was going to go down the drain as a drug-induced, alcohol-drenched, delusional statistic. I was fearlessly, strangely, upended and felt a little crazy, feeling something I realized I hadn’t felt in a while. Reckless, fuck the devil, fuck it all.

Sometimes records make themselves for reasons we can’t explain. This one is a creative, emotional mess.

This record just about killed me.

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Directed by Alexandra Hedison

I Can’t Imagine
Rounder
Produced by Shelby Lynne
Co- Produced by Ben Peeler
Released 2015

It’s a story as old as the ages. I’m not crying about it. Hell no. That’s never been my way. I  store up my rage for when I need to write songs, like Paper Van Gogh.

The song tells the story of an artist feeling like a fake, resorting to origami harps and aluminum kites for a beautiful place to go.  The artist is a creator lost in the world of her heart and loses faith in herself.

Hey, it happens. We write, make, create, sing and say until our hearts break. It’s what we are put here on earth to do. But we aren’t business people.

When I acquired the master tapes of I Am Shelby Lynne and Love, Shelby, I started wondering how I could re-master and re-release the records. Rounder out of Nashville wanted to re-release the records but only if I would consider making a new record to coincide with the re-released masters. I was very hesitant. But I had songs.

So I signed with Concord who owned Rounder—which means Rounder owned my old catalog and Concord owned me.

There was too much input. They wouldn’t leave me alone.   I felt controlled. This record almost wound up in the garbage can and would have had I not wanted my albums out to the world. Five years later this work sits in a strange place suspended in the air, kinda like walking off the ground. I think this record saved something artistic somewhere and I’m not sure it even had anything to do with me. I feel myself in it shifting, turning, waiting as I listen to it or see the pictures.

After it was released, I picked up and left my life of 15 years in the desert. I had to live like a wild wind and allow my whims and heart take me to my artistic freedom somewhere else, or I was going to go down the drain as a drug-induced, alcohol-drenched, delusional statistic. I was fearlessly, strangely, upended and felt a little crazy, feeling something I realized I hadn’t felt in a while. Reckless, fuck the devil, fuck it all.

Sometimes records make themselves for reasons we can’t explain. This one is a creative, emotional mess.

This record just about killed me.

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