bsmiles and sunny days

After that concert, I listened to Eric Church songs till I was practically nauseous when that same song would come on. I learned them on the piano... Hometown, Springsteen, Carolina, Like a Wrecking Ball. All of em. Because he has this way of taking you home. I want to go home, but not like, to my hometown home. Although I do think about moving back there because my family has a legacy there, where I was born and raised, and that is becoming sort of a novelty in this day in age where people are so transient. I had to shut him off because-- the nausea, duh. But, I couldn't shut of that feeling, that ache to go home to a country house by a little town where people know you by name and little country town drama runs the place. Where you order pizza from the gas station and you get dressed to go to the library. I decided to write about it, while I look for a fixer-upper out in the sticks. I'm practicing my southern drawl- southern Missouri drawl, that is, because it soothes t

Last night me and this guy went to a huge, like, doorbuster concert last night. I think I read that there were 18,000 people. My kinda people. Country people, pro'ly packin. Drinking beer and singing along. I don't drink beer. I drink Diet Coke, just so you know. (Mom. <3) Eric Church sang these powerful songs that pulled me back from the place I live to the places I've lived. He reminded me that it's good to be vulnerable because it gives you this incredible connection to people. When you share yourself and your story, people feel connected to you. He found something he's really good at, song writing and performing, at a cost of course, but he is living the life he always wanted. I sat there, like I do, playing through the chords in case they called me out of the crowd to cover for the fallen keyboardist, and thinking about what I would write if I became a songwriter. Driving home, Dreamboat and I had a heart-to-heart about who we are and what we