Since they’re a few years older than me, we spent quite a bit of time over our dinner checks talking about some big picture-life-perspective things. Things like when parents get sick and need assisted living, or even might pass away. Like how business partnerships should start, run, and end. Like…big…things.
Then we adjouned from dinner and decided that it was time to take in some of what makes Nashville THE MUSIC CITY.
The Music City didn’t disappoint.
First off, Phil Hummer and the White Falcons have it going on.
(here’s where my iPhone photo of the band goes. But, again, Holiday Inn’s internet is subpar and I can’t upload it)
But, beyond that – and deeper into that, actually – our perspective on the world we live in and the space we operate in it frames everything we do.
It’s not enough for Phil Hummer and the White Falcons to be good at country/rock-a-billy. They needed to commit to playing for free at Robert’s Western World on a Tuesday night. They needed to commit to practicing the hell the out of their tunes so guys like David, Julian, me and several dozen others would get enthralled.
They needed to commit – to take a leap of faith – that pursuing and fighting and staying true to who they were would eventually pay dividends.
Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t.
But Phil Hummer and the White Falcons are out there pushing their dream with real intent to get to the goal.