we started talking about Kentucky and she said, “Oh, what I wouldn’t give for some KY bourbon. Just a taste would be sooo good.” and I said, “Granny, I can take care of that for you right now. There’s no good reason why you can’t have yourself a little swig of bourbon if you want it.” You could see her eyes just light up at the thought and then she said, “Oh, no…no. I just couldn’t,” “Yes, Granny, yes, you can. It’ll only take me a moment to run to a package store and get you some!” She refused. It was a funny moment that stuck with me. So this song is for her.Read more "Bourbon on my Deathbed"
“Just how lonely can lonely be?” by Southern Culture on the Skids is one of the covers I’m learning. I’ve got it down, guitar parts memorized. It’s pretty simple, just rooting the words down into my brain so they’ll stick and I can get off the page. I really like the structure of this […]Read more "My head is a broken record"