I really really needed this wow





*thumbs up*

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Calvin: If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.

Hobbes: How so?

Calvin: Well, when you look into infinity, you realize that there are more important things than what people do all day.

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Marty Stuart was just described in  Rolling Stone as “one of the last remaining links to traditional country, roots music and the generation of greats like George Jones and Hank Williams.”  Stuart is a songwriter, singer, guitarist and mandolin player who has had gold and platinum records and won five Grammys, but then moved away from commercial country to get back to his and the music’s roots.

He first went on the road when he was 13, as a member of Lester Flatt’s band, then became a member of Johnny Cash’s back up band.  He went solo in the late 80s.   Stuart has a huge collection of country music artifacts and memorabilia.  Through his own photography, he’s documented country performers and their fans.  He currently has an exhibit of his photos at The Frist Center for the Visual Arts in Nashville.

In today’s interview he talks about the last photo he ever took of his neighbor, Johnny Cash

"I was over at his house and I … had just been to Folsom, California.  I had been given a gate pass to go to the prison to see where he made his Folsom Prison album, and at that point I was just looking for anything to talk to him about—we recorded, we talked, just anything to keep him entertained because June had recently passed away. So I went next door to have a cup of coffee and just share with him my impressions of Folsom Prison. …

I started a song and I took it next door to John, and we actually wrote this song called Hangman that we did on a record called Ghost Train, and it was the last song that he ever wrote. We just finished this song together. And he was sitting there in his chair looking so pretty in the light, the late afternoon light was coming in from behind and I said, “JR, let me take your picture.” I knew he didn’t want to, but he let me. There were three frames. In the first two he just kinda looked tired and weary, but on the third frame I said, “JR!” and he sat up straight and pulled on that black collar and he became Johnny Cash. … Four days later he was gone.

Marty Stuart: Perserving The Artifacts Of Country Music

Photo by Marty Stuart of Johnny Cash from Marty Stuart’s photography book, American Ballads. 

(via nprmusic)

Fall! Yay!

It was 85 degrees in Nashville today.


Lubbock, TX.

Ford Mustang Roush S3

“Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made, or by dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.”
— Alan Cohen (via awelltraveledwoman)

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“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”

We played the Ryman last night. Scratch shooting all access there of my bucket list