I'm gonna keep on feeling my feelings. Writing songs. Sharing them here.
'Kings' live from the porch, last verse.
♥️ Big thanks to my ride or die @marniorez for 🤳
I grew up in a country trailer park, at the bottom of a gravel road, surrounded by cow pastures. The patch of woods behind us felt enormous to little kids, and my brother and I spent most of our childhood out there, building forts and getting into all kinds of trouble that no one ever found out about. In the summers, we’d spend all day out there and come home when we heard our mom yelling for us to come eat supper. A rare way to grow up in the modern helicopter parent age.
Folks out in the country don’t always have the same luxuries—no trash pickup, for one. You haul it to the dump yourself or, like most of our neighbors, toss the bigger loads out in the woods. Old box springs, dead washing machines and other non-functional appliances cast away to the woods were treasures, upgrading your typical forts into palaces that we ruled with iron fists and acorn bombs.
By the time we were teenagers, we’d moved to a nice brick ranch on the other side of the county. Soon I’d leave for college with a full ride to UNC, and my brother would find his own way out—with a group of friends headed down a path that took him somewhere far from us. That was the first time we almost lost him.
He found his way back. He left Catawba County and joined the U.S. Air Force as a firefighter. That decision saved his life. I know it did, because most of the people he ran around with back then are either dead or in prison.
After getting home from his second deployment, he called me and shared that there was a time he didn’t think he’d be coming home. That was the second time we almost lost him. We hung up, and “Kings” wrote itself. It’s Tommy’s song and one for everyone out there who finds a way out. Love you brother.
“Kings” from the porch.
Wrote this after my brother told me
he didn’t think he’d make it home.
He deploys again soon. This time for a year.
Do you remember feeling small?
And lost in all the trees
High above our heads
Rusted box springs
And all the broken things
In our junkyard kingdom
We used to be kings
#brother #kings #songwriter
Field Notes is my new substack where I write about nature, music and other ramblings. It feels good to have finally found a place where I can take my time and share the things that bring meaning to my life without trying to appease the little algo demons, and I hope you can join me there.
My first essay is a piece about spring migration and how I saved one of my favorite birds (after nearly killing it.)
Link-n-bye-O!
📷 first and last pics by @_magic.al
Big stages are great, but some of our favorite shows have been in living rooms.
We've had the pleasure of playing some of the greatest stages across the country, and still nothing quite compares to the experience of sharing our songs in the cozy dens and basements of someone's home. We love the conversations, potlucks and community vibe that house shows foster and want more of it in our lives.
We want to play more house shows this summer and fall, so we put together a quick interest form for anyone who might want to host or learn more.
🏡 link in bio
#houseshow #diymusic
Double Duos Acoustic Tour dump
Thanks to @themontvales for joining us and to everyone who came out to the shows. It was such a treat to hear these two play for the past four nights. Go follow them. Buy their new record and catch them when they come through your town ✨️