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Songwriters: Lyrics: Phillip Gardner | Music: Michael Gardner and Phillip Gardner
Story Behind The Song: Chronologically, I’m unsure of this one. I’m pretty sure this one has Too Tall and Scottie instead of Audley and Robert. But I could be wrong.
A note about the second incarnation of Gardners of Soule. The “band” in the beginning was not a band but a small group of writers, a concept if you like. But some of the songs begged for performance, and so we began performing with Audley and Robert. Any time band members change, the chemistry of the group changes, of course. But another factor for the second generation band is that when Too Tall and Scottie joined, we were a performing group. So naturally our writing turned more toward performance-based songs and thus less eclectic in terms of range. We were now writing for the Gardners of Soule. Over time, we stopped performing and went back in the direction of our origins. The history of Gardners of Soule is bell-shaped, beginning and ending with Michael, Kenny and me individually and in combination.
Like Face To Fall On and Red Light/ Accelerator, the opening musical statement of I’m So Angry told me where the melody and lyric needed to go. We were, even then, at war in the Middle East; and as often happens, our own demons converge with the demons out there in a statement that is both broadly observational and intimately personal. As I write this, we are a nation more divided than any time since The Civil War, two months from a presidential election. Smoke and mirrors, lies and corruption. Threats and promises. Fake news and fake leaders, A line at the end of this song illustrates what I mean: “’Freedom’s’ the dance when reason lives in chains.”
At the second Parkinson’s benefit for Michael, I was invited to sing a few songs. Then I joined the audience. When I stepped beside my son Hunter, I said, “How was it out here?” He said, “I don’t know.” Then he slowly turned his head from side to side. “Kenny Soule,” he said. “Kenny Soule.” Hunter entered music like his dad, as a drummer. Kenny commands attention, and he puts on a clinic at the end of this song.
I remember our standing in the studio a few days after we’d finished this one and hearing it broadcast on the university radio station for the first time. We were like kids. – – Phillip Gardner