I got a chance to read a story from one of my favorite artist about a song he wrote for his dad. He described how he struggled with how to capture the essence of his father, a man who was 60 when he was born. He went through revision after revision. It felt like he couldn’t get it right until about 20 years later did it all clicked when he felt like he had hit the nail on it’s head and the song is proof.

For me the story behind the song was the gold. Now every time I hear that song, I will know more than just the melodies and the lyrics, I will know more of the man who the song is written for. It will also make me think of my own “essence”, my presence. It made me think about if my children happened to be a musician what would they write about me and my essence, my affect on their lives.