Chris Bullinger’s latest single “I’ll Be Goin’ from Jackson” opens like a sunrise in the French Quarter—brassy, bold, and humming with promise. It’s a departure for the midwestern troubadour, and a welcome one. After years of honing his dusty Americana, Bullinger heads south and finds himself swaying to a different beat.

The track is soaked in the kind of sonic molasses that only New Orleans can provide—thanks in no small part to Marigny Studios and producer/engineer Rick G. Nelson, whose fingerprints are all over the city’s best modern records. This one’s no exception. Horns curl like smoke. The rhythm section purrs. Bullinger, as always, anchors it with a voice that sounds like it’s been through some things.

This is not the Chris Bullinger of Waitin’ To Be Seen. That record, with its meditations and internal landscapes, felt like a journal entry. “Jackson,” on the other hand, feels like a postcard sent from the road: spontaneous, colorful, alive. It’s the kind of track that changes a live set. That reshapes a career arc.

Lyrically, it still bears Bullinger’s hallmark precision. “Jackson is a state of mind,” he says. And it shows. He’s weaving myths. This is road-trip philosophy dressed in second-line swagger.

Bullinger’s forthcoming album, Nowhere To Fall, will unfold one track at a time across 2025, and if “Jackson” is any indication, we’re in for something beautifully unruly. The man who once built wind farms is now building grooves, and he’s doing it with purpose.

In the ever-shifting landscape of Southern-rooted music, “Jackson” redraws the map. Bullinger’s next era begins here. We suggest you catch the ride.

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