October 12, 2014
Took off from Ruidoso this morning at six. Very quiet and still out for the first hour and as I drove out across the Bingham Plains I dialed up Rhapsody and played a few tunes, and eventually, one really got me: "Springsteen" by Eric Church. I have been with crowds of people for the last 12 days and this was the first time I had really been alone with my thoughts. The line that got me was the refrain, "Funny how a melody sounds just like a memory, like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night. . ." which took me right back to the Exits and being in a band with Charlie. I drove the rest of the way to Socorro with quite a few tears blurring my vision. Loved that guy.
After a ten hour run, got home and immediately went out to the studio and typed up my notes from Henderson last Tuesday night when I saw Charlie for the last time. Here is the song list as I wrote it down:
"When I think of you, I think about seventeen. . .I was singing to you and you were singing to me, I was so alive, never been so free. . ."
—Eric Church, "Springsteen"