Looking back on that time...it was crazy. The meteoric rise, the inevitable fall. Of course none of us knew at the start of the journey that it would change each of our lives forever. Turn small town, church-going teenagers into rock stars...make idyllic, trophy-girlfriends power-mad music biz divas...cause more than one of our blue collar, flag-waving, all-American parents to morph into mini-moguls.
Who knew that getting “discovered” and cutting a gold record would drive every one of us from our Jesus-loving roots forever?
We’re all headed for Scotty’s funeral.
Old pictures, faded tour T-shirts, and Koolaid-stained set lists stashed in the trunk...though none of us has anything nice to say about those lost days…cruising west on I-20 in a borrowed church van—Edgefield, Atlanta, Birmingham, Jackson, Dallas. Then Nashville and...lord help us, L.A.
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