“My mom used to sing to me, I don’t think I’ve ever really told anybody that before. It was like out little secret, but every night, she’d come in and she’d tuck me in and she’d sing me something like lullabies or album rock stuff. And then, I don’t know, after she was gone, I remember lying in bed for the first time and just feeling silence, you know? And then realizing that for the rest of my life it was gone. All her songs were gone and her voice, and the way it used to soothe me, just all of it. So I guess I tried to find new songs to fill that quiet but none of them really have.”
There’s a difference. I mean, where’d he grow up? What kind of family is he from? Does he hold doors open for you? Does he say, “God bless you,” when you sneeze? Because, Peyton, I don’t care how many albums the guy has sold. All I care about is how he’s going to treat you.