CHAD: This one started out as a simple idea - a song about cellar holes. You can imagine how hard Thea laughed when she heard that. “You can’t write a song called ‘Cellar Holes’.”

Challenge accepted.

In New Hampshire, cellar holes are basically stone-lined holes in the ground that used to be, well, cellars for homes. That’s what I knew them as, and that’s what they are called. But I suppose she was right - a song called ‘Cellar Holes’ would be weird.

As a kid, and a teenager, I would stumble across them every so often on the mountain. This song is pretty descriptive of a time I found one: stone walls that marked property boundaries, the cellar hole itself still there with trees growing in it, and an old charcoal kiln that was still somewhat recognizable.

But what really stayed with me was the small family cemetery. After 100 - maybe even 200 - or more years, the names were worn away, so there would never be a way to know who had made a a life there. I remember walking away having a lot of thoughts about this that were not the usual things a 15-year old boy would think about.

So, Stones On The Mountain. Everything was about the stones - the stone walls, the kiln, the cellar, and especially the headstones.

Thoughts, Thea?

THEA: You can’t write a song called “Cellar Holes”.

CHAD: Yes I can.

THEA: Well you didn’t, did you?