I met Waylon Elsberry at an open mic night that I couldn't have been less interested in attending. It was typical coffee shop fair. Lots of acoustic acts singing soulful pop songs about love. As the night came to a close, the guy with a kick drum, guitar, and harmonica approached the stage looking jittery as hell. He spoke to the crowd like a Baptist preacher but sang songs like someone picked out of a 1960's war protest. He was crude, raw, and unbelievably entertaining.
Needless to say, I got his number and just about demanded to make a music video for him. Two months later, we were filming a gonzo, slapstick, interracial romance and I couldn't be more pleased with the result.
If you like the song, make sure you check out Waylon's other work here.