On a plane flight to Dallas for the funeral of one of my dearest and nearest-to-life-long friends, I distracted myself from sadness and terror by prodding some music out of my iPad. On the way back home I wrote some words to go with it, fragments of a song of remembrance, or at least of imagination in absentia. Later, after Bethany pointed out that for once I'd written too few words, I wrote some more. Today I sang them, over and over again.
Those of you who have not before listened to any of my own music should be warned that it is cheerfully devoid of technical virtues, but for the moment I have chosen to treat this as a style.
Those of you who did not know Tex are really not at much of a disadvantage for understanding what is going on in the song, but you missed one of the most unforgettable and unmistakable people I ever met, and one who carried me, at times literally, through much of my childhood. He deserves far better than this maudlin, lurching song, but once you're dead you can't do anything about the ways people make up to miss you.
The Heart of the Sky (3:23)
Those of you who have not before listened to any of my own music should be warned that it is cheerfully devoid of technical virtues, but for the moment I have chosen to treat this as a style.
Those of you who did not know Tex are really not at much of a disadvantage for understanding what is going on in the song, but you missed one of the most unforgettable and unmistakable people I ever met, and one who carried me, at times literally, through much of my childhood. He deserves far better than this maudlin, lurching song, but once you're dead you can't do anything about the ways people make up to miss you.
The Heart of the Sky (3:23)