In Eddie's own words... "Spirit of America":

"I remember it like it was yesterday. I was late to work, rushing out of the house when my phone rang. I decided to let the call go to the answering machine; as I started to turn the door knob, my friend's voice flooded my house. "Turn on the TV", he shouted, "a plane just hit the World Trade Center!" Admittedly, I thought immediately that a small plane must've veered too close to one of the towers, but I was intrigued, so I quickly turned the television on.

The sight I saw next was horrific, as the second plane struck one of the towers at that very moment.

Five days after, a Sunday as I recall, I was sitting in front of the television, lost in what had become a smothering cloud of grief, anger, and continuing disbelief, all the while doing the one thing I can't help but do - playing my guitar. It was then that I wrote, "Spirit of America". Odd how it happened really, as the writing itself is now a blur. All I really remember is the next morning, when I added a