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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]I am amazed. Over and again, I see art act as an epoxy that brings together what wasn’t previously paired, deepen the connections that exist, and provide a canopy for the individual. And just to clarify, I do mean art. Not entertainment. Art as something that comes at a cost for the creator and even the participant. A melody. A painting. A photograph that stirs you, and speaks for you when you may not have it in you to speak for yourself.
This band started with a friendship between two people trying to help each other keep their heads above water. That friendship started a musical experiment. The experiment turned into a record. That record, even in the beginning stages, has produced a band of truly beautiful people that will live on beyond the collection of songs inspired by Flannery O’Connor’s work.
“Good Country People” was the first song that Clint and I wrote together in my one bedroom apartment we shared off Highland in downtown Birmingham. This recording is nothing perfect. It was done in the apartment on a borrowed mic and a computer. It began what has become one of the most fulfilling, challenging, cathartic, and beautiful musical collaborations I have been lucky enough to partake in.
I am thankful for this music.
I am thankful for these people.
I am thankful for a dear friend that I get to create with.
Talk to you soon. Take care of yourself.
Brad
“Good Country People”
That girl was born, with a knife in her back
A star, whose light never shone
She’d always been sick
And never been kissed
She was as hard, as she was alone
Low and behold, a knock at the door
A traveling friend, that she’d never known
He whispered of love,
and spoke words of God
He put a song, called Joy, in her heart
Lord, I’ve longed
for a hand to hold my heart
Oh, my soul
Never thought it would tear me apart
Under the blue, beneath your eyes
lies the scent of whiskey and death
I’ll kiss you again, to keep far the end
and draw out the last of your breath
Lord, I’ve longed
for a hand to hold my heart
Oh, my soul
Never thought it would tear me apart
Never thought it would tear me apart
