It’s been a helluva year in all the ways folks. When we released the ‘Hank’s Checkout Line’ video in December 2019, our lives were exactly as pictured: an endless sweat soaked Louisiana dance-floor, crowded and radiant, just below sea level and just a little rowdier and more unhinged and undeniably special than anywhere I’d ever lived. What might appear to be an ode to fried chicken and honky tonk decadence at first glance, ‘Hank’s’ is in reality a scathing rebuke of my own relationship with New Orleans, a place I utterly adored while being all too aware of the role...