2015’s What I’m Lookin’ For, a 14 song CD of classic Folk and Americana climbed to #6 on the charts and included Oh Woody (#2 on the Folk DJ charts) as well as the breakout hit (I Deal with) Crazy ALL Day, an everyman’s anthem and crowd sing-a-long favorite.
You know, looking back on it, the songs on ‘What I’m Lookin’ For’ aren’t just where I was ‘at’ in the past few years, but where I was headed as well. There’s a lot more of ‘me’ in these songs than there was in ‘Ash and Bone’. They say ‘courage comes in many forms’ but mostly it came from fans, friends and all the great folks I’ve met along the way who came to shows and shared a kind word or two. More than anything, that’s what keeps me going.
This collection of songs is a ‘Family’ of sorts, including some shirt-tail cousins and loud uncles that came to the annual reunion mostly for the home cooking and free drinks. They told stories that you couldn’t help listening to and laughing at even though you secretly knew they weren’t 100% true. They’re a family of doers and dreamers; mothers and daughters; bankers, brothers, welders, Texans and truckers. They’re alcoholics, workaholics, Californians, Christians, cowboys and customer service agents. And they’re singers, seekers, rogues, rodeo queens, fathers, sons and mother-in-laws who like everything from Woody Guthrie to Whitney Houston.
But in the end, they’ll always be part of the family and like the rest of us they’re either running ‘from’ something or ‘to’ something. Some of ‘em left the reunion early, some stayed longer than they probably should have, but all of them marched to the beat of whatever drummer they heard and headed in the direction they wanted to, or needed to go.
When I left the party, I backtracked through downtown, along Main Street. I stopped in the hardware store, one of the quintessential small-town varieties that sells a little bit of everything, and picked up a paper bag of loose nails, a couple packages of AA batteries and a fifth of bourbon from the shelf behind the counter. I made small talk with the gal while she rang things up, mostly about the weather and things we couldn’t do anything about. As I was talking to her I somehow couldn’t escape the feeling, that for the first time in a long time, this was where I was supposed to be.
After I paid, I walked out into the late afternoon sun, with a couple hours of daylight still left, and got in the truck and headed down the road. Guess I Ain’t Done Ramblin’ Yet after all…
Veterans Day, 2014
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