and those who know me know that it’s the lyrics that matter more to me. Still, music and words together can be magic. I’m writing this because of the death of David Olney. He passed away while playing at a music festival. He said “I’m sorry” and put his head to his chest and died.
The thing of it all is that I only have one David Olney album and it is incredible. It was given to me by Wrecks Bell, the Wrecks of Rex’s Blues by Townes Van Zandt. It was a kind gesture by Wrecks and I always wanted to catch David when he came to town. That is not going to happen in this lifetime.
Wrecks and his wife spoke so glowingly of the songs of Mr. Olney. I also had intended to pick up more albums along the way.
Here is another thing about the thing, the musician next to Mr. Olney when he passed away was this incredible singer/songwriter named Scott Miller. Scott and I have known each other since he was in a band called the V-Roys back in the 90’s. We aren’t friends but not acquaintances, rather somewhere in between. I lost touch with Scott after my car wreck years ago. Is it really my wreck when I was the one hit? Isn’t it the drunk driver’s wreck and I’m merely collateral damage?
Anyway, it matters. The words. The music. The listening. The feeling. The understanding. The love. The hate. The pain. The Joy. The friendship. The kindness. All of it matters. I need to make some calls. I need to reconnect. I need to put on an album and listen start to finish. I need to sit in a bar and listen to a band.
The image below is an ancient house with a CAT5 Line.