He stomps his foot down hard with the strumming of the guitar and throws his head back as though possessed by some lost ghost.
She overcomes him. You can see her in his eyes when he’s brave enough to open them. Eyes are the window to the soul you know, but the soul has many outlets. The soul can escape through song and sweat and melody. Words alone can be the vehicle. Rhythmic words, set to a stomping foot and a resonating chord, rhythmic words from a voice that shakes but stays strong, a voice that bursts from some hidden wound. His words do not open the window to the soul, nor the door....his words open the floodgates and the soul does not make a quiet escape.
Now we’re in a room of blacked out windows and locked doors. Rows of bottled-up emotions filed away neatly, not to be touched. Dust covered labels that read: Love, Loss, Heartbreak, Forgiveness, Redemption. Does this look familiar?
Erick Baker stomps his foot down hard with the strumming of the guitar and throws his head back as though possessed by some lost ghost. And now those bottles we try so hard to keep buried inside start shaking and rocking back and forth...
Will you steady them and quickly pack them away once more to hopefully be forgotten, or will you let them fall and feel something you haven’t felt in a long time?
I haven't been on in awhile and the last thing I said to you was all sorts of messed up haha I meant to say "I meant to make it to your show" if your in town Im usually finding a way to make it. Loved your opening for James Blunt in Ashville NC...thats the first time we met I think.
LOL-we made EB's top friend list....Yeah! So to make your top friends list you have to actually learn and be able to play your songs! DO all your friends know your songs? I have been trying to be your top friend for years. I can die happy now. See you Friday...oh wait, no see you tonight. I better go practice.
Erick, every single time I see you the music, the songs, the power you put into them gets better and better! I am so very proud of you. You were fantastic at the Square Room in Knoxville last night. Another SOLD OUT SHOW. I remember seeing you for the first time a number of years ago. I liked you then. And then you grew stronger and wiser. Now I love you. Last night we sat in the aisle next to your family. The pride on my face was almost as strong as theirs. Now how did that little baby sleep thru all that racket, i mean loud great music? LOL. Our Baby's lullaby was "Thunder Road". She called it her Kaboom Song. Your extra band mates were fantastic! And you only had two weeks rehearsal? Unreal. Hold on to them. They made a big difference. Hugs and Love to you and your beautiful family. Looking forward to seeing you again soon.
Can't thank you enough for dragging me along last weekend. Had a blast. Here's to working more together in the future. The Craphammer totally approves.
I saw this story and it reminded me of a similar situation with my youngins.
Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?" As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer. " "Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart," the man replied. Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman;
With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
Hey Mr. Baker!!!! I am very excited about your concert on Friday!!!! Voodoo Fest is amazing!!!!! You're gonna have a blast I'm sure! See you then, handsome!
OMG, i love your music, it makes me happy:) i love listening to my left two feet, or whatever its called, it makes me think of that special someone<3 :)
I got my tickets. Am all set to see you again at the Square Room In Knoxville. I plan to get there early as I expect it to be a sold out show again! Looking forward to seeing you again! Hugs, janet and Jim
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. The road to Success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will make it to a place called Success.
Why is it that as soon as I leave Chicago, you're headed that way? I wish I could be there to support you! If you ever make it to Birmingham, let me know!
A love so sacred and divine. A love that I can now call mine. A love so beautiful, real and true. A love like you Lord, a love that is you. A love that nurtures, heals and cares. A love that speaks to me in tenderness and brings me to tears. A love that is free for all to cherish, and given by one so that none should perish. A love that strengthens me, as it draws me towards you. I witness your miracle an am cleansed anew. A love so kind as it fills my mind. I see your light and am no longer blind. A love for all time, a love that is mine. What a pleasure it is Lord, to love only you.
