Daylight - Album

Here Rons Words How He Discribes Himself And His Music On Facebook Http //www.Facebook.Com/pages/Ron-Pope/7910757834?ref Mf#!/pages/Ron-Pope/7910757834?v Info&ref Mf Where Should I Start…these Stories My Music It Comes From All The Places I’ve Been The People I’ve Been Blessed To Play Music Along Side The Way It Feels To Play My Guitar Until It Bleeds Or To Bang On That Old Piano In My Living Room Until My Shoulders Ache And My Fingers Won’t Move Anymore. From Georgia To New York New York To The Road Charleston And Memphis Vermont To Chicago. Left Home To Release My First Record With The District…Maine And Boston And Who Knows Where Else…walked Down Wilshire Blinking In The Los Angeles Sun… Made Love In The Grass And Meant It. Got Lost In Delaware Scrambling To Get Home To My Family After Too Much Time…swam In The Ocean With The Boys Thanking God For Purple And Orange Florida Sunrises. Soaked Up New Orleans…tried To Become Levon Helm Realized I Wasn’t Much Of A Drummer. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean With Zach Berkman And Then Put It Away For Six Months Because I Didn’t Get It…fell In Love…drank Whiskey From The Bottle And Howled At The Moon. Released Last Call…played The Blues Back-To-Back With Buz In Charlotte And Just About Everywhere Else Along That Godforsaken Highway…the Van Broke Down…we Fixed It…the Van Broke Down Again. Got Lost Heading To South Carolina And Ended Up In Alabama…fell Out Of Love And Hit My Head On The Way Towards The Bottom…made A Christmas Album Because Damn It I Like Christmas Albums. Played Big Rooms…played Small Rooms…listened To Van Morrison And Cried…listened To Trains Scream Somewhere Off In The Distance On Sleepless Blue-Black Nights…dreamed Of California Sunshine In The Dead Of An Endless New England Winter. Struck Out On My Own…wrote An Album About Love And Loss Hope In The Face Of Desperation And All The Places I Find Beauty Called It Daylight Because For A Long Time I Was Sitting In The Dark Waiting On The Sun.
Years Ago I Traced The Outline Of A Woman’s Face On A Piece Of Paper Someone I Loved And Didn’t Want To Forget Once We’d Put The Whole Thing To Bed. The Picture Didn’t Turn Out The Way I’d Hoped So I Took My Ink-Stained Fingers And Spelled Her Name Out In Big Smeared Letters On My Arm. I Guess That’s All I’ve Ever Really Had…my Words. This Music Is The Story Of Where I’ve Been Who I Am And Where I’m Going…these Songs Are My Life. read less