My grandmother was the greatest cook in the world. She could just go in there, the whole kitchen would look like a tornado hit it and then shed come out with the best food. Then shed sit at the table and she wouldnt eat! – Edie Brickell
A lot of the songs start with an image. I was sitting there playing the guitar and I pictured this old, dirty green car, with the window rolled down, in the hot, hot, hot Texas heat, and this beautiful woman I knew when I was a kid sitting behind the wheel, looking out at me. – Edie Brickell
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