Ernie went to bed before me last night. A rare occurance. When I got upstairs I could hear the Rod Picott album playing softly in the dark as Ernie slept. Sometimes I think that's the way that album sounds the best….in the dark, lying next to an open window. Having Owen snuggled up with you is optional. That's what Owen and I do a lot…we just lie in the dark and listen to that album (Welding Burns). Sometimes Owen makes me play a song over if it sounds particularly great (his favorites are 410 and Sheetrock Hanger).
Honest to God I don't think there is a single album I have listened to as often in the last decade as I have Rod Picott's Welding Burns. I can't even totally articulate why. There are other songwriters with great writing out there that I adore…..there is some kind of truth in his songs and singing though that creates a visceral reaction for me….and makes me keep playing his songs…sometimes during the day but mostly at night in the dark as I process the day and let myself relax and feel.
Sometimes as I lie there in the dark I am reminded of being a teenager. I don't quite know why. Is it just that I used to lie in the dark and listen to albums over and over then? I would put the arm on the record player over so that it would repeat. Sometimes my sister Judi would come in and turn it off as I was dozing off.
Friday, May 18 at our house….I'll get to listen to Rod in person.
You know the drill: potluck at 6:00…music to follow….and Rod has promised to play Sheetrock Hanger for Owen and me….