This is a performance of “Isn’t It Good” on vocal and acoustic guitar at my home studio in East Nashville, Tennessee. I hope you enjoy! Love, Aaron
Imagine you wanted to be a pilot. The idea of flying, seeing the world like a bird — you couldn’t get it out of your mind. So you went to college, you studied flying, you learned everything. Got your million hours or whatever. People knew you as a pilot. They’d look at you with those
Dear Mr. Garver, My 7-year-old son Silas gets a penny per weed he picks in his mom’s garden. One morning last week, before the fog had even lifted, I saw him from our kitchen window on his hands and knees, working with the focus of a labrador digging up a bone. What could possibly be
Remember Track and Field Day? Being led out to the football field by Mrs. Rislov. All those different stations. Softball throw, gunnysack race, 100 meter dash.