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"Gardening at Night" was the first song I learned to play in its entirety on my guitar, which I picked up when I was 27. I spent many golden late summer afternoons sitting on my front step, strumming this song terribly and singing at the top of my lungs. The neighbors were patient and didn't complain.

Why this song? Because it took me back to being fourteen years old, skateboarding around town alone with my poetry journal stuck in my back pocket. Skateboarding was one of the only ways I could get away from my less-than-happy house.