Last weekend I headed home to the small town I grew up in, Willamina. This is the same little town I told myself I’d never come back to once I escaped graduated. Yet, I find myself being drawn back. A few months ago I drove into town and began to weep. This overwhelming feeling of “I’m HOME” came over me. I don’t know why that happened. I don’t even have any family left there and the house I grew up in has been torn down. I suddenly knew that I wouldn’t wander far from this small town.
Recently I had the privilege of going to the Wildwood bar to listen to some great music. My friends, Meredith and Katie, own the place. I hadn’t heard of the musicians before and I feel a little bit ripped off by that fact. I mean, why is it that I am so slow to catch on to the good musicians? I want to be the one to discover good music for once!
First up was Joe Firstman, a young man from North Carolina that hopped on the Greyhound to LA. Check him out, you won’t regret it.
White Buffalo was up next. When he played I felt right at home in the smalltown bar like I was where I belonged. It felt like everything came together right at that moment.
It was a great night to be in Willamina. I was able to see people I hadn’t seen in over a decade and better than just seeing them, we got to have fun together.