I made him the father that he told me, once, he never really wanted to be.
Did he mean it? It’s hard to say; he told so many stories in his lifetime that separating fact from fiction was and still is an impossibility.
But. Regardless of how we began, and in spite of the rough and rocky terrain we covered [sometimes together; sometimes estranged], I did know, by the end of his life, that he loved me. And even if I never completely understood him, I unequivocally loved him right back.
Happy Father’s Day, Big Fish. I’m so glad I was able to physically return you to the Gulf we both loved. But wherever I go, I carry a little bit of you with me: in the way my face creases when I laugh, in the way my soul is transported by music, and in the way my heart beats a little stronger every time I cross the Mississippi River.
Twenty-four hours after winning two Grammys, Jason Isbell rocked the roof off of South Side Ballroom.
As sure as winter turns to spring: Place in My Heart by Lucinda Williams (@HappyWoman9).
A double dose of @jagjaguwarinc: happy Valentine’s Day to me. (at Josey Records and Music)
All I can see is black and white
and white and pink with blades of blue
that lay between the words I think
on a page I was meaning to send her
You I couldn’t tell if it bring my heart
the way I wanted when I started
writing this letter to you
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you’d understand
I’m the man who loves you
All I can be is a busy sea of
spinning wheels and hands that feel
for stones to throw and feet that run but
they come back home, make no difference
ever known, make no difference
ever known to me
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you’d understand
I’m the man who loves you
All I can see is black and white
and white and pink with blades of blue
that lay between the words I think
on a page I was meaning to send her
You I couldn’t tell if it bring my heart
the way I wanted when I started
writing this letter to you
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you’d understand
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you’d understand
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you’d understand
I’m the man who loves you
I’m the man who loves you
Yes.
(via wilco-the-blog)
Now playing: Mississippi Kisses. Yes. (at Josey Records and Music)
Veins + arteries. (at Thackery Park)
Please.
Fairey goddess. (at off-site kitchen)