If you want to listen to a song that is real to the very last word of it, listen to I drive your truck, by Lee Brice. I was reading a book on creative writing and one of the excersizes was to listen to your favorite song and feel what they want you to feel and write about it. Well that’s not my favorite song, but it’s one of them and when I listen to it I can see every single scene as plain as watching it on TV.
I know those country roads he burnt up. I know the field he tore up to let loose the pain he felt. I can smell the black dirt flying in the air as he spins the truck around and around. In one line he says his mom asked if he had been to visit his friend’s grave. He says, “That stone ain’t where I feel you anyway!” That’s raw, real emotion that exposes the heart of the song.
I just love the images the song produces. “89 cents in the ashtray. A 1/2 empty Gatorade on the seat. Cowboy boots and a Go Army shirt folded in the back.” That’s fantastic imagery that every writer hopes to make their readers see. I know I strive to make my readers see what I see. It’s so plain, yet so powerful!
“All the pain is a cloud of dust. I drive your truck, I hope you don’t mind.” Man that is so awesome. What a greatly written song!
So last night was so fun! Ben my oldest son had a 4-H meeting. The car was unavailable so we had to drive Mitch’s truck to it. Generally speaking I don’t like driving the truck. It’s huge, it’s dirty, and it’s full of tools and crap that he just keeps sticking in there for lack of a better storage place. But it has it’s advantages too. It has air conditioning, it has a CD player and when you rev the engine it sounds pretty cool! So we are on our way and I push the play button on the CD player. Def Leopard Greatest Hits starts to play and before I know it we are rocking down the road and having a blast! All three kids are rockin’ out and loving the music. On the way home when I hit the dirt road I revved up the engine with the music blaring and I felt like I was back in high school. It was pretty fun!
What do all of those things have to do with anything you ask? Well if you went to high school in the late 80’s you do not have to ask. If you didn’t here is a little story about my first cassette.
I found in the Writers Digest how you can write about your first album, but you must have to be a member to submit, because I couldn’t find where to complete it. So I decided to share it here! It may make you, 1. smile because you know what I am talking about 2. laugh because you think I am way out there or 3. roll your eyes because you think I am the biggest dork ever!
Well I have news for you I wasn’t alone in that weight room! It was packed with 7th – 12th graders all getting along and all listening to the same music. Very cool I think!
The first cassette tape I ever bought with my own money was Vanilla Ice – Ice Ice Baby!Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I remember exactly how I felt.I was in the seventh grade attending Lake of the Woods high school.I was working with my mom at a resort cleaning cabins on Saturdays.I received my pay and we stopped at a gas station on the way home.I saw it…I grabbed it…I purchased it!Without a second thought of what else I could purchase with that hard earned money I paid $9.99 for the cassette. I was so proud and excited!The older kids would play that song blaring loud in the weight room after lunch and we would all jam out.I remember the Zuba pants, and ratted hair like it was yesterday.Man I miss my long ratted hair!The smell of aqua net and sweaty boys hung in the air, but no one seemed to mind.Today I still feel the same way when I hear it.I remember almost all of the words and it brings me back to sitting on the seat of that rowing machine moving my head back and forth to the beat.What a great time that was!