I first heard James Wilson on a burned CD that a friend of his gave me. I found one track, right at the end, “Savannah Rain.” It was a punishing song, small and sad with a rising, strained chorus that somehow made me romanticize long drives on the Savannah city limits even more than I already did. It was one of those times when you feel embarrassed for feeling like it’s about you, but you feel that way just the same