It was Friday, and I was at work at the BOB (big old building) in Sarasota. My grandfather, my mom’s dad, D.O. Chandler, Jr., was not doing well. His health had declined pretty significantly in a short time. I took a call on my cell phone in the long hallway that separated the office area from the back warehouse. It was my mom. My grandfather, who was getting much weaker by the minute, asked to talk to me.

The idea for this song was around for so long that I honestly don’t recall when it first came to me. Like I mentioned in the first blog, songwriting is truly a mysterious thing. I’m almost certain the idea predates our move to North Carolina, so that puts it at least 10+ years old.

As a way to introduce the new records, I thought I would blog song by song to give you some insight into the writing, recording, production and story of each of the songs. Here is the first installment.

It’s a milestone, I suppose. A measuring stick of one’s life. For whatever reason, reaching the age of 40 carries a certain amount of significance in society. That burden and feeling is somewhat self-perpetuating, passing on from generation to generation. I remember my parents and their friends making a big deal about their 40th birthdays. So, I guess their children should do the same.