Note: Thank you for all the condolences on my last post. Every one of them meant so much to me. I will miss him forever but it was good to share a small part of him with all of you.
Eleven years ago this weekend I moved to Nashville.
I was eighteen years old and about to begin my first year at Belmont University, majoring in
unemployment music with an emphasis in vocal performance. The years that followed would change my life forever.
I moved here because I loved country music and my voice loved to sing it. When I was in about 7th grade, I bought a Shania Twain album on a whim and it was my gateway drug. Soon I was listening to everything from George Strait to Patsy Cline to Johnny Cash (pre-Walk the Line fame). I learned of the college I would attend because it was my favorite female vocalist, Trisha Yearwood’s, alma mater.
I think the reason I was drawn to country music as well as Bruce’s music was because they both come down to songwriting. I recall Bruce saying something like this when he played here a few years back. I don’t think he ever referred to it being the home of country music, so much as it being the home to “many great songwriters.” That really resonated with me. Later in the show he did an impromptu “I Walk the Line” into “I’m on Fire” and my head almost exploded. It was also an a-ha moment, as I’ve always suspected the DNA of a good (once again stressing good)country song and a Bruce song were the same.
So, all that to say, I always thought “Hearts of Stone” would be fun to do with some country flair to it. It has that same pull as a “Whoever’s in New England” or “I Still Miss Someone.” The simplistic words that pack so much punch without a need for cliches. These songs are conversational and relatable. This is a song we all want to write.
Speaking of Nashville, people are saying it is the “it city” these days, but I refuse to believe it until Bruce plays here again.