Brought Out music video1 minutes of an awesome read

My dad worked in the oil fields. When work slowed down in New Mexico, he’d move us to Louisiana and work on the off-shore rigs. Then back again. We moved so much–but that’s irrelevant.

Dad always wore jeans, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat, which means we listened to country music. That left me with an appreciation for the story-telling country does–that’s one of the similarities between good country and good rap.

Anyway, enough of that too. After the last song, I wanted to write a country song. I did a decent job with the lyrics, and since I’m a writer (prose, not poetry, as I’m sure you’ll be able to tell) and definitely not a singer, this is the only way I’d ever get to hear it. There was one fuckin’ spot where it kept adding a few nonsense syllables–and it’s at the end of the first line. It almost drove me crazy.

I was about to open a program that can separate the vocals from the instruments and perform surgery. But then I realized I was obsessing and said, “Fuck it. Good enough.”

Hope you like it. (oh, and if you do, let me know, and you can download the MP3 by clicking the button below, if it opens instead of downloads, just right-click and save-as)