This story starts when I’m about 14 years old. I’m in the passenger seat of a red VW Jetta beside my friend Jacob, who is about 5 years older than I am. Jacob is a significant influence in my life and introduces me to a lot of great music and helps my intellectual development immensely.
My musical tastes are in transition at this point. I’m discovering the world of music that exists outside of the CCM bubble but also just getting into some great punk and speed metal that somehow exists within the CCM bubble. (more on that some other time)
I open the glove box and see a cassette tape case. It has pictures on it of two serious looking women and the words “indigo girls”. Being the musically curious type I take out the tape and pop it in and hear this song:
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It all starts right there, but it’s just a seed. It would be a couple more years before I find my way back to that cassette tape, buy the song book for the album and force my fingers to form the now familiar chords shapes of G, A7sus4, Cadd9, Dsus, D, Dsus2, D that make up the introductory hook to the song.
I could write thousands of words about how indebted I am to Indigo Girls and about which songs have impacted me in what ways and how much, and some day I will… but not today. I have every album they’ve made and each one is precious to me; each one has at least one song that is entirely profound – usually there’s more than one.
All I’ll say today is that seeds get planted and then watered and then they grow. For me one of the seeds was this song and what has grown is a love of art and music and philosophy and theology. A hundred and fifty songs or so later and I’m still writing them – more than usual lately.