So I once wrote a piece called “fourteen” Some of you read it About the death of my friend When I was young And how it changed everything for me early on
I’ve been thinking of him today And.. I was reminded of this story
It was 1988 Me Joey And Chris
We had our entire lives in front of us But who really cared about that crap right now We were too busy being country boys
Hunting Fishing Shooting guns Listening to music Playing football and baseball Laughing and pranking each other Sneaking in and out of the neighborhood girls’ bedroom windows late at night While the oblivious moms and dads slept quiet.. and cold… back to back…
Raiding the liquor cabinet of my friend April’s dad Filling the bottles back up with tea or water Or whatever the hell we could find
Life was sweet Alive…………………………………………………..`.°~ Intoxicating
Feels so long ago And now it’s just these words
One day.. the three of us decided to buy some Indian ink from the local drug store And give each other tattoos
We were great at many things However Drawing with a dipped sewing needle was not one of them.. haha
We secured the ink and the needle Yes… One needle… For all three of us…
We didn’t care about disease back then We were blood brothers anyway
So we ventured way back into the woods along a creek we frequented There was a huge fallen oak tree across the water Forming a natural bridge
This was our favorite hangout spot We also fished the creek often Mostly after school and on the weekends
Those woods… We knew them well The three of us spent a lot of our lives there
So we sat together on that tree bridge
Joey was first up for the ink He was the brave one The cool one The leader
After all It was his idea
He picked me to be the one to permanently eff his skin up for life…
I was nervous I didn’t really want to do it
Stop being a pussy Bryan Ok… I got this Give me the ink and the needle and stfu Watch and learn fellas
So I proceeded
I put the needle to his back
And gave him his initials… J. T.
He also wanted a cross And so I did…
And I have to say It looked pretty badass For what I had to work with Not bad at all
What a relief…
But when my turn came I don’t know what the hell came over me
I became afraid Not only of the pain But of the forever of it
If this is going to be on me for life Then I want it to look good Not some black chicken-scratch bullshit.. I have to stare at forever
The fear got me And I didn’t go through with it
So we wrapped up the ink and the needle Placed it in a little wooden box And hid it inside a hollowed-out dead tree
Then we went home
And I caught hell from them the whole way back… For chickening out…
And I did feel bad Like I broke our bro code Like I let my crew down
That was one of the last times I ever saw Joey alive…
The next time Was when I stood over his casket at the funeral
A few months went by…
One night I was in my room playing my guitar late… And I caught his spirit… I felt his presence…
I don’t really have words for it But I was so moved by it…
That I grabbed a flashlight Climbed quietly out my bedroom window So I wouldn’t wake anyone
Went into the woods Retrieved the wooden box with the ink and the needle Made it back to my room
When I was fourteen.. my best friend was killed in a dirt-bike accident.. I can’t begin to tell you what it did to me… “Crushing” is the only word I have right now.. and even that feels too small.. We were closer than brothers..
After the funeral.. I fell into my bedroom. That room became my world — my home inside my home.. Everyone was worried about me.. I shut down.. Closed myself off to everyone.. No access allowed..
It felt like I was on a camping trip in the wilderness alone.. And I stayed there for a whole year..
I needed something… but I didn’t know what..
I started borrowing CDs and cassette tapes from my uncle.. I found an old tape in a box in the attic — Bob Dylan’s — Another Side of Bob Dylan.. And I sank into it… rock… country… folk… old… new… Hank Williams Jr… And the only Christian song I even knew back then.. Amazing Grace..
I didn’t just listen — I drank it.. And the more I drank.. the thirstier I got.. So I went swimming in it.. Something I still do..
Meanwhile.. God was walking the edges of me…
One night I awoke from a dream.. and there in the corner of my bedroom was a silhouette.. shaped like a guitar..
my mother was so worried about me she didn’t know what else to do.. So she bought me an acoustic guitar.. And one night.. while I was sleeping… she placed it in the corner of my room.. right where I would see it.. the moment I opened my eyes..
I played it… and I played it… and I played it… (until my fingers bled) until it started playing me..
I learned it — taught myself — until it learned me back..
Song after song.. Day after day.. night after night… Month after month.. From the fall of 1988 into the winter of 1989.. I played it….. until it became my heartbeat..
And finally… after a year in the wilderness… I emerged from my room.. ready to face my giants of the 90’s…
Psalm 34:18 (NKJV) 💥 “”The Lord is near to the brokenhearted.. and saves those who are crushed in spirit.””
Lyrics from the song “Better Way” by Sister Hazel 👇
“” Now.. here I sit.. in a cage all my own It’s a new life.. it’s a brand new home.. and it’s made out of steel.. it’s built out of fear.. It’s closed up to you.. and it’s part of the deal…””
Lyrics from “Always Loving You” Hank Williams Jr 👇
“”And I still hear that old whippoorwill I’ve seen the ghost of a midnight train And I still love to go alone 🎶🎶🎶 Down by the old Union station in the rain””
( the artists and songs below are just some of my early influences..(not all tho) it’s much wider today.. I added so much to it.. like punk.. alternative.. rap… gospel and hymns… Christian rock.. etc.. you name it.. i am it… haha… so much variety…)
Of the thousands of songs that are a part of me.. this one hits deeper than them all.. 👇
👇💯🦋🎶😎⚘️
First song i ever learned on guitar 👇
When I first realized music could be poetry 👇
When I first realized music could be stories like reading a book 👇
And this one just played a lot that year.. it’s also one of my favorites to play on piano👇 used to be anyways…
And this one… needs no explanation. 👇
And this one.. you must watch til the end 👇🤟😁😎`
Oh and this one… 👇
Oh and this one… 👇
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👇🤟 this one is special.. it’s the title of this post… Long Cold Winter..
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This one is special to me 💯👇
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Listened to this one alot back then 👇
🔥👇🎶💯
🌧 🌦 🌂 ⛈️ 💯💥
💯💯💯💯💯
💯⚘️
⚘️💯💥🏳
🥳💯😁💥
🚉💥🍊🔥
💯💯💯💯💯
💥🥳👇💯
💥💯👇🏃♀️
🥳💥💯👇💣
💯🎶💥🏳⚘️🤟👇💣🔥🪜💙
🐎 👇💯
⚘️💥💯🎶
👇 ⛰️ ✨️
💯💯💯💥👇🔥
💯💯💯👇💥🔥💣 🏹 ➡️
💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💥👇🤟
🎶💯🎶💯🎶💯🎶💯
⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️👇
👧 👇💯🥳🏃♀️
🎶👇⚘️💯❣️💥🪜
🎶💥🎶💥💯⚘️
💯❣️💯❣️💯❣️💯❣️💯
I’m against cats 🐈 in the house!👇😁
👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇💯❣️💥
Wow I forgot this one👇❣️
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤👇
👇💥☝️
👇………..
Oh the memories tonight 👇💥💯
Oh wow 👇❣️
🦋💯💥🎶
💯💥🖤🥳👇🌩
👇❤️🖤💥💯💢
👇☝️
……👇🎶💯
💯💥🎶👇🤟
🏳🪜💯💥🎶
Oh Lord oh Lord 👇☝️❣️💥💯🎶🪜
❤️🩷💙💥💯💢
🎶💥💯❣️👇☝️
🚆 🚉 🎶👇
On point 👉 👇☝️💯
🖤💯☝️👉👇🤟💥
🥳🥳🥳🥳💯👇
👇💥
👇👇👇💥❣️🎶💯🤟
😁💯🥳🤟👇
💯😎👇
☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️👇
🤟👇💯
💯💯💯💯🎶🎶❣️💥👇
🦌 👩 👰♂ 💯👇❣️💥🎶🦋❤️
🇺🇸 🥳💯👇💥
Awesome 🖤👇💯🎶😎
👇💥❣️🎶💯🦋
One of my favorites 👇💥💯
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Love this one👇❤️☝️
👇💯🦋
👇💯❤️
Tragically beautiful 👇🎶😎❤️💯
😎🎶💯👇💥☝️
🥳💯👇woohoo
💯👇🥳
💯💯💯💯💯
😎🎶💯👇
💯👇❣️
Beautiful 💯🎶❣️👇
👇💥🎶
💯👇🥳❣️🎶😎💥
💥👇💯🎶
👇💯
😎😎😎💥👇👇👇💯💯💯🎶🎶🎶
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
💯💯💯💯
💯👇💥😎🎶❣️
😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁🎶👇💯💥
💯😎😎😎😎😎😎😎👇
👇💯
💯👇💥🎶😎❣️⚘️🦋
😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁💯💯💯💯💥👇🎶
🥳😁👇💯
👇💯👇💯
…..💯👇😎🎶❣️
💯👇
😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎👇
………….👇
🌩🦋🎶💥👇💯
Lovin it 💯💯💯😎👇💥🎶
💯👇💥❣️word!
🥳🥳🥳🤟👇😎😎😎💯💯💯💥💥😁😁
💯💯👇
Love it… 👇💯❤️💥
🎣 💯👇🎶💥
😁💯👇😎
Amen… 💯👇
Oh the memories 💯👇😎🎶
Hahaha 👇💥💯😁🥳🎶
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💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯👇
……….💯👇👇💥
😁😁😁🥳🎶💯👇
……….👇💯
Beautiful 💯❤️⚘️👇
……👇💯
🕊 👇💯❣️💥🦋
⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️⚘️🌩
💯🥳💯🥳🎶👇
…❣️👇💯
🥳💯🤟🎶👇
…!…!…!…👇
……😎💯👇
Oh Lord 👇
💣🖤💯🎶⚘️💥👇🤟🪜🏳
👇💥⚘️💯💣🔥🏳🤟 The End… maybe
My album influences from that year included… every single album from Hank Williams Jr 😁😎… Cinderella’s Long Cold Winter… and Bob Dylan’s Another Side Of Bob Dylan.. also HSAS… Through The Fire.. aka Hagar.. Schon.. Aaronson.. Shrieve.. some of you may remember these guys.. they were incredible.. their cover of “Whiter Shade Of Pale” is still my favorite today.. and their song “Missing You” also I listened to a lot of radio that year… and Amazing Grace.. O’ How sweet the sound.. I’m sure that I’m forgetting some… I will remember later and probably edit haha… majority of my christian music influences came a little later in life…
Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 