As I drove home from the library, this song came on. It inspired the post I wrote for that day. As I wrote about this song, I realized that I had enough material for an entire post.
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Songbook is probably one of my all-time favorite albums.
One song that I really enjoy is “Cleaning My Gun.”
Today, something about his intro made me laugh a bit, and yet there was nothing funny about it. Maybe it was the sentiment, the feeling, a kindness that came through.*
And then the sadness struck. Sadness, because seconds after laughing at the warmth, I remembered that it ended and how. It was an emptiness that chilled me, cold felt from the inside out. The reality hit me that we wouldn’t be getting any more songs to laugh anew at.
As I drove on, it comforted me to remember that I can always find something new, something redemptive, even in the old standbys. It reassured me that music preserves and perseveres. It perseveres even when its creators can’t.
*Perhaps I’m on to something because in trying to google the song’s meaning I found that they felt it too.