Brian Hendrix

I wrote this chorus years ago, about growing up in mountain hollers in the Appalachia, a world away from where the vast majority of people grow up. Most people can't even picture what life was like there. I didn't write the verses until all this civil unrest started, and people who live in my neck of the woods started to get blamed for things that have nothing to do with us. So, yeah, this song has a political meaning, but I worded it in a way that it's not very overt or polarizing. It's a true story about Mrs. Johnson losing her land and John finding God and people laughing at him, and the government tearing down all our land and blocking our water, while at the same time taking more away from us saying we owe things to other people for things we never did. "Bear" and "Oak" are the name of holler communities, by the way.

A very upbeat, fun song. It's one of those that turned out way better than the few lines I was playing with when writing it. It's very folksy-country without being too genre-specific either. Probably one of my favorite choruses I've ever written. It's more of a whimsical story, though a lot of people can still probably relate to love moving really fast. The bridge is also my favorite. I think you'll love it.

Face it, guys, this is something we all go through. She wants to talk, and we're thinking about doing something entirely different. So we try to blaze our way through the conversation to get to the better things in life than pointless chatter. I really like this song. It turned out well, in my opinion.

While this story is about a man whose girlfriend did him wrong yet blames him for it, it can go both ways for sure. It doesn't have a gender per se. This is something a lot of couples deal with when they split, in that one likes to turn everyone against the other and carry it in a very vindictive way. The moral of this story is that the guy doesn't care. As long as it helps her sleep.

This is a catchy little folk song that was inspired by watching my young niece play in the back yard on a bright, hot day this summer. I just kept trying to remember if I actually did remember a time when time didn't feel wasted. I envied her for not knowing about wasted time.