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Finding a Song in Austin

A couple of years ago, I had a gig in Austin, Texas. I flew in around 10pm the night before the show, dropped my stuff off at the hotel, and decided to walk over 6th Street for a beer or two before heading to bed. On the way to the pub, I passed by a guy sitting on a bench staring up into the sky. He seemed normal enough, but I remember being struck by how he was lost in thought. For some reason, the only physical recollection I have is that he was wearing old faded blue jeans.


After walking past, I continued on to the bar, drank my beer, and went back to the hotel without any more thought of the “blue jean dude.” The next morning, however, I woke up and couldn’t get the scene out of my head. I couldn’t help but be curious about what was going through his mind while he was sitting on an Austin street bench late at night. I remember telling myself that there could be a thousand potential stories attached to the “blue jean dude”, and that I wanted to write one of them.


This was the inspiration for a song I wrote in the weeks that followed called “Faded Blue Jean Night.” I love filling in the blanks of unfinished narratives, and that’s what I tried to do here. I’m sure none if it is accurate, but it’s my take on why a random dude in jeans would spend a night alone on a bench staring up into the sky.


Next month, I’m heading into the studio to record it.


Faded Blue Jean Night

I’ve been catching hell down here in Austin

I came to find some work and find my way

She told me that she’d wait back home in Boston

And maybe we could make a life someday

But I know how that story goes

It’s easy come and I suppose

It’s easy going back to what I knew


But she’s too far gone,

And I’m too drunk to sleep

It’s too bad ‘cause it’s too late

To ever make it right

The moon and stars and love that has no scars

Were promises I couldn’t keep

Guess it’s just another faded blue jean night


Somewhere out here on the street at midnight

I found the nerve to read it all again

The letter said she found a man that’s just right

He’s nine to five and loves her now and then

But I know how that story goes

It’s easy come and I suppose

It’s easy going back to what she knew


But she’s too far gone,

And I’m too drunk to sleep

It’s too bad ‘cause it’s too late

To ever make it right

The moon and stars and love that has no scars

Were promises I couldn’t keep

Guess it’s just another faded blue jean night


I am gonna sit here till the sun comes up

And I quit hearing slamming doors and footsteps

And voices in my head

I could find a sobering direction

Maybe walk that trendy section of this town

And put it all to bed


But she’s too far gone,

And I’m too drunk to sleep

It’s too bad ‘cause it’s too late

To ever make it right

The moon and stars and love that has no scars

Were promises I couldn’t keep

Guess it’s just another faded blue jean night