David Wilcox Music: Each time I step up to bat (to write another song), I take a swing at what life throws at me


Ah, the comfort of a strange hotel. After all these years, it is a meditative state. It’s early morning and Tom is still sleeping since he is on west coast time. I haven’t pulled the curtain yet, so this room could be anywhere, but it happens to be Pittsburgh.

The midwest in the fall affects…