It took J. Fred Coots a whole 10 minutes to come up with the skeleton of this song. I can’t help but wonder if that’s because his formation was such that this was stuck in his craw and he was mad about it.
I find myself gripping so often. Holding tight to whatever it is that I am afraid of losing. Even in my sleep apparently. In the midst of waking up I occasionally find my hands in fists, curled tightly around my blankets, holding on to sleep or a dream perhaps.
