I recall cycling out to this rice terrace in Laos just before dawn. I spotted some big eared cows and a little shack perfect for musical inspiration. The backdrop was a these ginormous limestone cliffs and long-eared cows in the foreground. I posted up to watch the sun rise and wrote the song "Run". I had just spilled out of Cambodia days before so had fresh memories of museums with horrific glimpses of the genocide during the Khmer Rouge. It's something that flew sort of under the radar at the time and was so recent ending in the late 70's. I go back there often and just walking the city of Phnom Penh you can feel the ghosts that still walk the streets asking to be remembered.