one broken summer… one beautiful moment…
The Summer of 97`
was rough man…
like couldn’t get any worse…
far as the heart goes…
go read my story First Love
and you will get it… 😁
…but now looking back…
it was beautiful…
So I did three things that summer…
went to work…
played my guitar…
hung out with friends…
killing everything with drugs and alcohol…
straight up gunning my life down…
At the time… I was living in a downstairs apartment…
in the burbs of Atlanta…
That summer… I spent many a day and night…
many an hour…
sitting on the edge of my bed…
right in front of an open window…
strumming my strings…
singing my blues away…
learning new songs…
holding fast to old ones…
I had just finished a concert to myself lol…
when I heard a soft hello…
Then I looked… and there —
at my window —
was the beautiful face
that belonged to the voice…
She lived in the neighborhood…
I didn’t know her…
With my guitar still in my hands…
we talked — through the screen —
She was kind… honest…
open…
She told me that for a month…
she would pass by my window…
hoping I would be there…
singing…
playing…
She told me how much she looked forward to it…
how the music helped her…
because she was dealing with much in her life…
She said she would lean against my building…
beside my window…
just out of sight…
listen for a while…
breathe in deep…
she said my feelings —
that I was giving away in those songs —
she recognized them…
as her own…
She said she’d get lost in my songs…
forget things…
for a little while…
I’ve never had a better compliment…
So I told her…
my window… was her window…
my song… was her song…
and she was welcome… anytime…
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…….<~|🜔|~>→🪟→♪♪~…….<~|*|~>→|[]|→~~~♪~ `.°~ @’~~~ that’s what she said…
While writing this I listened to the album Kerosene Hat by Cracker… from 1993…
She was definitely… a hidden gem… from the b-side… 😎`’.,
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 