Music is one of God’s greatest gifts to humankind. As my friend Jennifer said tonight, it can carry you through the tough times, boost you in the good times, and it can grab your soul.
Tonight was one of those rare opportunities where I get a glimpse into the mysterious creativity that makes up truly amazing songwriters. As usual, I walked away in awe.
After our Boston tribute run last week, Jen and I were chatting over beer and we discovered that we both have a major passion for a wide variety of good music. So a few days later she invited me to a house concert she had put together for a singer friend of hers, Sarah Sample. I love the concept of house shows and have offered to host them myself, though it hasn’t happened yet.
The same Andy Gullahorn whose music I fell in love with after hearing him on the Behold the Lamb of God tour with Andrew Peterson three years ago.
One call to a babysitter later and we were there, with a plate of cheese and growler of homebrew to share.
All three musicians were captivating. All three with beautiful but unique voices and painfully honest lyrics. I know enough about Andy Gullahorn and his wife Jill to just feel some of the emotion in what he writes and sings.
We could only stay for one set because of it was a school night. During the intermission we chatted about faith blogging and life in Nashville and making beer.
These kinds of nights fuel my soul.