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How is it possible to feel so connected to someone that has been dead for over 100 years? Ever since I named the band Tylor & the Train Robbers, I have felt an unexplainable urge in the back of my mind to share the story of the true meaning behind the name. I had no idea it would take over 5 years to do it in the way I wanted to, but here we are.
Writing songs has always been my way to share stories, but most of the stories I’ve had to tell over the years have been my own. I’ve always admired the way actors can tell a story through a character, completely becoming someone else for a brief moment in time. A lot of great writers will tell you that sometimes a story finds you. When this song finally found me and I was able to get it down on paper, it came through me as if I was just the vessel to get it into the world. I felt for the first time that I was telling a story that was way beyond myself.
From that moment on, I knew that to truly be able to perform this song the way that it had to be performed, I needed to get as close as I could to Black Jack himself. As fate would have it, we were headed to the Southwest, so we took a detour to the final places that he walked the Earth. In Clayton, New Mexico I stood with my back to the same wall where he stood moments before he was hanged in 1901. I sat in the courthouse in the same chair he sat in as he stood trial. I talked to the locals and heard the town lore of his story, which has been their claim to fame for over 100 years.
Just outside of town we found his gravesite. I wanted to play the song for him and let him know that I was keeping his story alive, because that’s what family does. I can never fully describe the feeling, but as I stood there performing the song, standing six feet above his corpse, leaned on a tree who’s roots are entwined around his coffin, I felt as if I was the portal for this story, for what HE wanted to say and how he wanted it to be told.
I’m so glad that we decided to document this. It wasn’t planned. We didn’t have a professional camera crew or lighting. The audio is raw, the sunset, the wind blowing, the birds singing along - it was all there with us in that moment and I know that Black Jack was there too, screaming at the top of his lungs in the middle of an empty graveyard just to make sure his story could be heard.