Love with your mind

Love all that you’re seein’

Love all that is real

Love all that you know….


Sometimes only country music can speak the language that one needs to hear or convey. There is no other language like it….and yes, I do adore many, many music genres and musicians….from Marilyn Manson to Chet Baker, from Laura Nero to the Grateful Dead to Dave Matthews to  Patsy Cline, from Jason Mraz to Karlheinz Stockhausen to  The Who to Mozart to, oh, I don’t know…Roy Rogers?.  I love the Beatles, the Stones, Dolly Parton, Willie Nelson, All, The Allman Brothers, Leon Russell, Lakestreet Dive, Fiona Apple,  Alice Cooper, Frank Zappa, Led Zeppelin, The Sex Pistols, The Black Keys,  The Kinks, Karla Bonoff, Jimmy Page, Carlos Santana, Wild Man Fisher and on and on and on…… Tonight, however,  I became convinced that John Fullbright’ speaks the language of his music better than all of the above musicians combined.  He’s just simple, down home folk…but he was what Janis Joplin was talking about when she plead, “…take another little piece of my heart.”  After listening to this song over and again…my heart is mincemeat, I tell ya.

  • So…..this is a story that my friend, Vicki, who is  Fullbright’s official social media director,  tells about the first time she ever heard him sing.  I, Stacy, have been listening to this particular tune over and over and over again, crying my eyes out.  This kid can write music!  (John, not me….although, actually, I DO write a little music…I’m writing a C&W song called, “Call Me When The Coast is Clear,” and another called, “But You Don’t Even Love Her,”…but that’s another story for another time.)   This song is a tear jerker.  The lyrics are profound, and, of course,  I dedicate it to my dearest, darling love.

     Here’s what Vicki says:

This is The Song. This is The Song. In 2008, I went to the Blue Door to see a friend whom I hadn’t seen in quite a few years. There was a guy from Austin there, and he was hosting a song swap, and he had my friend, Wendy, playing, and a couple of other guys, and this kid, see. And I had just gotten home from a road trip to Tahlequah; I was so tired, I probably wouldn’t even have gone, except for I had no idea when I’d have another chance to see Wendy, so I gathered myself up and went. And I was sitting there, kind of slumped down in my chair, listening, and my friend Dana, who was sitting next to me, elbowed me in the ribs and said, “Pay attention to this kid; he’s the real thing.” And I nodded, yeah, yeah, okay…… and then he started singing this Song. “Cherish these times…” And I just lost it. And I sat up in my chair and said, “WHO THE HELL IS THIS KID,” — because seriously, he was barely even 20 years old at the time — “AND WHAT IS HE DOING WRITING SONGS LIKE THIS, OMG???” And the rest is kinda history. I’ve been on his team almost ever since. *g* (And yes, I am telling you that he was a teenager when he wrote this song.)