Jason Aldean, Wyoming and memories

It's very late this morning -- or early, depending on your point of view. I'm listening to one of my favorite "new" country artists -- Jason Aldean. Jason's a great singer, and his songs have lots of meaning.

For me, Jason Aldean is a bittersweet memory. My wife gave me his debut CD for Christmas just after we moved to Wyoming in 2005. I must have listened to that CD a hundred gazillion times. It reminds me of driving in our old Suburban in the snow in the winter in Wyoming. His songs have lots of things to say. He can rock like a country boy or belt out a ballad like the best of them.

I really liked the CD. I especially like the songs that make me think of the past: "Asphalt Cowboy," and "I Believe in Ghosts." The second song is a favorite of my son Isaac's. He LOVED to sing that song in the car.

I think of Wyoming when I think of Jason Aldean. Wyoming is a place of some sad memories for me, for it's where the wheels fell off of our marriage. I've been trying to put them back on ever since (see previous post). I also think of my son, of snow, of way cold winters, and of being together. I wish sometimes I could pop in the Aldean CD and rewind back to those times.

I can't do that, so the best thing I can do is go forward. I'll carry the songs of Jason Aldean with me as I do.