Falling down. Getting up.

photoHaving lived in Nashville for twenty years and with a sister who’s a song writer, I’ve heard more than a few country songs composed in the living room.

I was always amazed when a line would roll off someone’s tongue or a phrase kept in a notebook for years stitched the song together beautifully. When that magic moment occurred, I often thought, “That’s the last great line in country music. There’s got to be a bottom to that well of lyrics focused on the simple themes of country music.” But I have been proven wrong ten thousand times. The possible permutations of words to describe love,  loss, or drinking are infinite.

Martin Luther knew a thing or two about temptation, camaraderie, and booze. He wrote, “Whenever the devil harasses you, seek the company of men or drink more, or joke and talk nonsense, or do some other merry thing…We are conquered if we try too conscientiously not to sin at all. So when the devil says to you: do not drink, answer him: I will drink, and right freely, just because you tell me not to.”   My sister wrote, “Who’ll be the one to drive my drunk ass home.”

We’re not out of great lines yet.


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