I found this CD in the local artist section of Hastings Books and Music twenty-three years ago. The artist’s name is Danny Pruitt. I don’t know what he looks like, as the album has a sparse album cover with very few photos. What I know is this: I love this low-budget, indie music gem, and I’m glad I took the chance on this “unknown, local artist.” Wherever he is now, he has no idea that his album is still in rotation in my personal collection, or that the songs have a calming and meditative effect on me.
Life is funny that way. And I’m not just speaking about artistic expression, although that is certainly one aspect. It could be a smile or friendly gesture that makes all the difference. There isn’t a person out there who isn’t fighting an unseen battle. Judgment is easy. Self-reflection and compassion are hard. I’m thankful he took the time to write, record, and share his music with the world. It took a level of courage and vulnerability that most people aren’t willing to take, especially with little to no hope of financial success.
