We're blue today at the old Post. Feels like we just crashed after a 70 year high. Could be the rain, or the season, or a thousand other things.
But there is balm in Gilead. Some guitarist stumbles on a melody, a lyricist finds "some golden words" that give voice to emotion, and a singer with a voice like a shot of Jack Daniels lays them out there. And we all feel a little better. Or, at least we think we do. "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad."
There are many creeks and branches and streams that flow into the big river of country music. One of those tributaries is church hymns, gospel songs, or sacred numbers, as Lester Flatt used to call them.
This one, "Lead Me Home," written by Randy Houser and Craig Monday, is one of those rare songs that like theatrical tragedy causes a dual, seemingly paradoxical, reaction in the listener. The narrator speaks of his impending death with sadness, but it's fused with such a confidence/faith that all is not lost that it lifts him up, ennobles him in our judgment. Johnson's voice is right at home here, just the right amount of weariness and hope. And that piano. I'm six years old again. Sitting on a hard pew in the Round Lick Baptist Church.
"Lead Me Home."