I do not know what Joe meant when he wrote this song, but this is what it means to me.
In 2014 I lost a friend named Abi to cancer. I had been a Joe Purdy fan for a few years, and in fact, soon before my friend first became Ill, on one of the last times we hung out together, we realized we were both a fan. After she passed away, I remembered this, started listening again, and found this song that I don’t think I had ever heard.
To me, my Abi was the river. I wanted her to last forever, but she didn’t. Instead, I was left to drink the whiskey, while she, buried, was left to drink the rain.
This song, as you might imagine, hit me hard. It was somehow so beautiful and sweet, and yet just punched me right in the stomach. And I couldn’t turn it off.
I doubt this was what Joe had in mind while writing it, but that’s the cool thing about music. It’s going to hit everyone different based on what’s going on in their lives.
I do not know what Joe meant when he wrote this song, but this is what it means to me.
In 2014 I lost a friend named Abi to cancer. I had been a Joe Purdy fan for a few years, and in fact, soon before my friend first became Ill, on one of the last times we hung out together, we realized we were both a fan. After she passed away, I remembered this, started listening again, and found this song that I don’t think I had ever heard.
To me, my Abi was the river. I wanted her to last forever, but she didn’t. Instead, I was left to drink the whiskey, while she, buried, was left to drink the rain.
This song, as you might imagine, hit me hard. It was somehow so beautiful and sweet, and yet just punched me right in the stomach. And I couldn’t turn it off.
I doubt this was what Joe had in mind while writing it, but that’s the cool thing about music. It’s going to hit everyone different based on what’s going on in their lives.