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David Nail refelcts on his hometown in Country Music is Love feature
David Nail: Thoughts On “Turning Home”
Reflecting on his hometown with the lyrics to “Turning Home,” David Nail just posted the following ‘note’ on his Facebook page… if you’re a fan of “Turning Home,” there’s a good chance David’s words below will touch you as well…
I love Chicago. I love the streets. I love the energy of the people. I love the passion behind “I’m from the south side”, or “I’m a Cub fan”! I feel a sudden rush every time I’m even near the Windy City. I already have so many amazing memories from my time there. I’m sure it’s not always the case, but people seem so proud to be from Chicago. It’s as if they wear a badge across their chests. Growing up in a small town, and a St. Louis Cardinal fan, I was never fond of the city. That is before I ever walked from one end of Michigan Avenue to the other. That was before I saw all the store names I’d seen in so many magazines as a kid in small town southeast Missouri. I can remember the first time I walked in Neiman Marcus, and simply walked around imagining what it’d feel like to have enough money to simply buy without caution. It was before I walked into Joe’s Bar and met Ed, and realized the art of how treating people can leave an everlasting impact. I’ve been blessed to spend many days and nights in this wonderful place. I’ve been to both Wrigley Field and U.S. Cellular Field multiple times, as well as Soldier Field. My career has allowed me many surreal opportunities. There aren’t a lot of similar traits between Chicago and the small cotton-farming town where I grew up. But I suppose there are a few, since I feel so comfortable in both, and yet so un-comfortable in the areas between. Is it simply black or white for me, or big or small in this case? I assume so, and maybe somewhere amongst these rambling words, it’ll finally make sense!
I learn for Kennett, Missouri a little more with each passing day. I find myself trying to talk my wife into moving back to my hometown in about every other conversation we share. Playing so many county fairs this summer, has forced me to reflect on my time growing up. I can vividly remember the excitement over catfish sandwiches, or the taffy that you tried to stock up on to last throughout the entire year, and yet it simply lasted until the end of the month. I was so ready to leave that little town. It would simply hold me down, and keep me from even remotely touching my potential. I’ve stayed in the finest hotels, drank expensive wines and tasted the most famous foods from some of the country’s most revered restaurants. Yet it’s the simple things like McCormick’s Steakhouse after Sunday service, pulling out your best Polo shirt for Friday night’s game against Senath-Hornersville, or the Hayti and Dexter cheerleaders every Bloomfield Christmas Tournament, that nearly bring a tear to my eyes here high above the clouds. I love my hometown. I love being from Missouri. One of my favorite moments every night on stage is introducing my band, and speaking of where I was born and raised. I assume most people feel the same, whether they care to admit, or even currently realize it, but I think the emotion and pride I feel is superior to most. I say this not trying to offend, but simply trying to describe the depths of my love.
I suppose these are both attempts to explain my affair with the lyrics of “Turning Home”. I sincerely believe it’s not a town or city thing. It’s a life thing. It’s yearning for those things that played a huge role in who you are today. Good or bad, right or wrong, it’s a simple fact that our pasts play a huge role in how we live each and every day. I’m in a good place in my life these days, and there are most likely more than a few reasons why, but I think the one most evident here in the sky, is that I get to sing this song almost every night. I get to close my eyes and go back to my parent’s house, or riding my bike a little further down the street than I knew I was allowed. It takes me back to one of the five or six times I’ve walked the streets of Chicago in simple awe of its size and energy. So many memories, so many songs, so many towns and cities, but certain ones stand above the rest. Chicago, Illinois is one, Kennett, Missouri is one, and Turning Home definitely is one!