13/08/2025
The other day, I got to meet a couple of my heroes .
They welcomed me onto their tour bus, where I finally got the chance to tell them what a positive impact their music has had on my life. Then, to my shock, they told me they were fans of my work. My imposter syndrome barely let that sink in, but gratitude rushed in to take its place. It felt like a touchstone — one of those rare moments that makes you stop, breathe, and truly take in the beauty of being alive.
The first time I heard their music was two years ago, when I was living in my car, chasing this dream of being an artist. I’m still chasing it — but now I live in a house with a bed. Not a tent pitched near a hatchback. I remember “Porch Swing Angel” pouring through my car speakers, their harmonies wrapping around me like a blanket. The romantic idealism in their songs was such a comfort — a soft light against the gritty reality and loneliness I was living in. Through their music, they helped me turn my lens toward the world in a way that felt both romantic and hopeful, even when my life didn’t.
I really doubt the bama boys knew what a personal impact they’d have on people like me when they released their music. But thats the beauty of art and storytelling. Once its released to the world, it belongs to the people and how they interpret it.
