Robby’s Ramblings

I’ve been reading Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone?, the story of the Carter Family, and something awesome occurred to me. The world’s 1st guitar hero was an 18 year old girl. Most folks have never stopped to consider this. Before Maybelle Carter, the guitar did not carry the melody. The fiddle carried the… Read more: The First Guitar Hero

I keep coming back to a question I cannot shake. When did we stop listening to songs and start worshipping singers? We have trained ourselves to care about everything an artist does except the art. What he thinks. What he says. His favorite color. Where he goes to church. What he had for breakfast. We… Read more: Who Cares What Willie Nelson Had for Breakfast?

People assume things about a man with a guitar. They assume he is chasing something. The big stage. The tour bus. His name up in lights somewhere, with a line out the door. I have had folks ask me, kind as they could, why we never “made it.” Like there is a finish line out… Read more: Done Chasin’ That Neon Rainbow

The gospel as it came to me as a kid was simple math. God’s good. You’re bad. Try harder. And I tried. Lord knows I tried. But trying was the whole problem, because every time I fell short, and I always fell short, the message I heard wasn’t “come closer.” It was “do better.” After… Read more: Poor in Spirit

Four years ago, I was a 350-pound alcoholic, my body wrecked by constant inflammation and serious chronic health issues. I couldn’t sleep without a CPAP machine. Walking across the room left me gasping. Three or four mornings a week, I’d wake up with crushing chest pain. Even on meds, my blood pressure stayed out Everything… Read more: I Used to Drink Tequila for Breakfast