Heavy Alert: These days alot of people know me as pastor josh, and believe me…that’s scarier to me that it is to you! One of our elders the other night told me a story about his aunt’s passing that starting a me on a thought process that, a week and a half later, dismantled my world view.
When the story finally found a landing place in the bottom of my consciousness I understood something about my own life, particularly the last 3 years of it, that I hadn’t before. Kinda like a realization i had in my mind but still didn’t seem real. Welll, something about Ted’s story made it real to me.
I could totally title this song “Hospice” but i won’t do it, but that gives you a clue about its heaviness. I have an idea that this is one of those cathartic songs that doesn’t really flow as a song but works well as therapy. So don’t worry if it doesn’t work for you. Maybe publishing this song can help me start to let some things go. It’s recorded on a resonator instead of an acoustic and it has a natural distortion that, at times, sounds like real distortion, but it’s just the guitar.
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Another Cover: So I spent plenty of my of life thinking that high school football was overall a bad thing. Sorry if that hurts your feelings. I was a rebelious teen that was also clumsy, short, and slow. So the Friday night glory always eluded me. Furthermore, even when my brother and his friends were kicking tail at it, i mostly found it stressfull to watch him walk the tightrope in front of 2,082 (the pop. of Hale Center TX) very willing critics.
However, a few weeks ago, my hometown used their cancer awareness night to honor mom a bit and used a portion of the gate in to establish a scholorship in her honor. I had honestly never “wanted” to go to a high school football game before, but all the sudden, i wished i lived closer to old HC because it seemed like an honorable way to spend away a Friday evening.
It’s an obscure Jack Ingram song that I’ve dug since I first heard it. I always wanted to sing it, but i shy-ed away from its High School football opening sequence. But now that I’m romanticising the whole experience for the first time in my life, I thought I’d take a shot at it…
In grad school, when i was still living in Plainview, i rebuilt (read: got running) this terrible looking old Ford pickup. I don’t know if it was the first of many quarter life crises, but it seemed imporant at the time. It was ugly, but it had my first ever bench seat. I thought this was an incredible idea and I thought that I now needed a girlfriend. But when i got one, she only rode in it once and was not impressed. Anyhow, the romance of the whole situation made me think of this song…