First, I find that when something is deep I am shallow. Forgive me for my inability to articulate now…
Every Day for as long as I have known who I am, I have found the soundtrack to my life in the music of Jason Molina. Everything I thought I wanted to capture in photos, he was able to convey in his music.
It split my heart, last weekend, when when I learned of his passing.
Back when I scribbled, I had the chance to meet him and interview him, along the railroad tracks, under the moon, with beers in hands. I am grateful for this wonderful, cherished memory.
Along this life here now, I hear his songs all the time. These hills of Asheville seem to fit the music better than any other.
I wish him safe passage on this old highway.