I wrote this song during the Great Flood of 2016. Many friends and family members lost everything.
What I saw was a community stand together victorious in the midst of tragedy. I was proud to live in Southern Louisiana.
There is a special joy that comes with rebuilding/remodeling.
A few other friends are moving to California, and I thought about what you can’t forget—relationships, family, and the geography that lives inside you.
Physical places have a sound. Some say it’s in the ground.
I hear it in the water when I drive to Lafayette. It’s in the air in Spanish Town.
I also wondered what it means to have things…
Stuff is becoming less and less important to me. Relationships are what matter. It’s the dreams we share with each other that make the stars glow brighter.
We don’t need more stuff. We need each other.
I recorded the video above in my kitchen during my boys naptime. Light filled the room through the corner door, and it felt right.
On another note, the Parlor was super cool. If you haven’t stopped by, I highly recommend it.
Art doesn’t last forever. It’s always changing. The spaces, people, and the art itself.
Enjoy the Parlor and help them thrive. They make our city better.
Yellow beams fill up
The corners of my room
My eyes wept
You became my home
Broken beyond repair
I don’t have many things
When I’m with you
I’m richer than a thousand kings
On the shoreline
We chased stars
I won’t forget you Louisiana
I don’t have to give in
Love is all you need to win
Of all the photographs we fake
Time will tell the love we make