Carl AndersonFeb 3, 2015 Big Light Studio, Nashville, TN

  1. Welcome to Daytrotter / Silver Lining
  2. Hurricane Wind
  3. Pills
  4. Different Darkness
  5. Side Of The Mountain

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Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Logan Matheny at Big Light, Nashville, Tennessee

Last night, I saw a man sing his songs, one of which was about waiting. He explained it beforehand, pointing out to the small gathering that we spend the greater part of our lives waiting for other things to happen. There's the waiting to be born, which is hard to conceptualize, but it must exist in some form. There's the waiting to find that one person to be with and the waiting to leave them. Then there's waiting to die. Waiting is prevalent, but it's hard to find it to be a drag, the way that Virginian songwriter Carl Anderson writes and sings about it. The waiting, for him, is the pearl, not the other way around. The treasure is the process, not that grain of sand needing time to gestate and mold itself into something finer. He sings, "I've come to know a quiet sort of yearning/In the way it moves so slow/While the world keeps on turning," and there's something about a part of these lines that he could appreciate on his gravestone, when that days comes many years from now. He sings many such lines though - ones that could be fingered as quintessential, as personally defining.

Anderson writes stories into his songs that all seem to share an appreciation of the patience that a man can harbor, even when there should be no way patience could be believed in. His is a sense that all good things come to those who wait, only sometimes those good things are still difficult to come by and sometimes all the wanting and all the patience in the world isn't going to do a man a lick of good.

*Essay originally published September, 2012

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