This in These titles mean nothing.

1975

If there’s anything left of my life in those years, it’s this.

I know someone who write about where he was and what he was doing when he heard a song.

What do I remember about listening to these songs. I had a husband. We’d listen to these songs late into the night. One after another. Each perfect. Maybe even more perfect in this ‘remastered’ version. Nights.

I made a tape to play in the car. I had a hard time finding the ‘Old Train Stations’ song. I hadn’t realized ALL the good songs were on this album. Every one.

It’s hard to know what matters after fifty years. Nothing I guess.

Older Waylon, from before I knew him. Bad songs, though.

1968

I guess you gotta be bad before you can be good.

Not a G dropper, my man Waylon.

Last updated March 10, 2023