“…I got a picture of us back when we were close
Before we had somebody picking out our clothes
But you always dressed in your Sunday best
Even when we didn’t have nowhere to go…
…I got a picture of us playing in a bar
And your shirt cost more than your guitar
But you played so heavy, and you always let me sing a couple
Even though you were the star…”
Jason Isbell doesn’t need me to defend him…so I won’t.
In fact, I’m not defending, condemning, rationalizing anyone involved in this dustup that’s emerged of late – like most things we read about on the internet, it’s none of my business…but as a songwriter for 40 years or so (as well as someone who’s struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts on and off for most of my life), the whole situation resonates on an emotional level no matter how I look at it.
So – no judgements here. None. I’m just collecting my thoughts in one place and sharing them for the sake of discussion. Nothing more, nothing less.
But some of you have read this far and have no idea what I’m talking about…so, let’s recap a bit.
“…I saw a picture of you laughing with your child
And I hope she will remember how you smiled
But she probably wasn’t old enough, the night somebody sold your stuff
That left you on the bathroom tiles…
…Got a picture of you dying in my mind
With some ghosts you couldn’t bear to leave behind
But I can hear your voice ring, as you snap another B-string
And you finish off the set with only five
And for a minute there, you’re still alive…”
These lyrics are from Isbell’s song When We Were Close from his latest album, Weathervanes – the song is a remembrance of fellow singer/songwriter Justin Townes Earle, whose demons claimed him as a result of an accidental fentanyl overdose a few years ago. He was 38 when he died, leaving behind a wife and three year old daughter.
The record came out ten months ago. But a few days ago, JTE’s widow took to social media to voice her displeasure with the song – apparently spurred on by a characterization of the song that emerged during an interview where Isbell said, “…that song was one of those where I had to say, how many victims [will there be] if I tell the truth, how many victims if I don’t. And then you make that choice…usually if you tell the truth, you make less victims than if you don’t.”
“…It’s not up to me to forgive you
For the nights that your love had to live through
Now you’ll never need to look me in the eye…
…I am the last of the two of us
But the Fort Worth blues isn’t through with us
You’ve travelled beyond the Great Divide
Oh, but why haven’t I?”
I understand that Jason and Justin had become estranged some time before JTE’s passing – having been in similar situations with people I’ve known who passed while a wall still existed between us, I’ve found that losing someone with whom there might’ve still been unfinished business lands in a different way. If the ties are severed completely, it’s one thing, but if there’s still a tension surrounding the ties, it manifests itself within the layers of grief in a way that makes the loss harder to come to terms with. The title of the song itself, “When We Were Close”, insinuates all by itself that the notion of being close is past tense…and yet, the song doesn’t seem to paint JTE as a self-destructive villain – and it’s not until the final stanza of the song that Isbell sidesteps judgement by saying, “it’s not up to me to forgive you, for the nights your love had to live through…“.
I remember being impressed by his restraint during my first few listens to the song when I was absorbing the album as a whole – loss and grief are often accompanied by anger, whether rational or not, and I thought he did a really good job of avoiding taking the usual shots at the subject of the song that some songwriters find so hard to resist. It’s framed as if he’s looking at old photographs and remembering a wayward friend and the thoughts the photos conjured…and asking questions as to how he managed to survive as one of two people who were arguably headed down similar paths of self-destruction. In fact, if anyone had wondered aloud fifteen years ago which of the two would be “found on the bathroom tiles”, it could well have been a toss-up.
Having said ALL of that, though – I do believe that if my partner died in a similarly self-destructive manner…giving over to demons that had plagued her since puberty – and then someone committed some of the details to words and music, and that song became the #1 most played song on Sirius XM’s Outlaw Country channel for all of 2023…
…well, I’m gonna have thoughts on the matter.
And – well, if you’ve read this far, or if you’ve followed me on social media, you likely already know I wouldn’t be inclined to remain silent about said thoughts, either.
So I completely understand why she needs to voice her frustrations with some of the circumstances around how this whole thing has unfolded over the course of the time between the album coming out, having to manage the feelings of Justin’s daughter upon hearing the song, having to hear him say things in the press that she construed as dismissive of her victim status – and her position seems to be that the song shouldn’t exist in the first place.
For me, that part gets complicated.
Contentious as it might’ve been, Isbell did have a relationship with JTE – he’s not writing the song from the vantage point of a rando internet fanboy (that would’ve been my job) – and while the song does mention his “child” and his “love”, it’s not revelatory in doing so, save to indicate that he did, in fact, leave a partner and a child behind.
Could Isbell have handled it differently? Could he have reached out to JTE’s family prior to releasing the album? Could he have backburnered the song until everyone was older and there were more miles on the odometer?
Yeah. He could’ve done any one of those things, or a combination of them, even. Why didn’t he? I wouldn’t pretend to know.
I’ll say that in my own life as a writer, I let my self-censorship talk me off the ledge A LOT at various times in my life, and I couldn’t even venture to guess how many songs went unwritten because I was fearful on some level of the consequences of saying difficult things out loud in a song and committing it to some degree of permanence by putting it out into the world.
I still remember how naked I felt standing in front of a crowd that included my first wife, singing songs from my debut album that chronicled the deterioration of our relationship…and I’d have been more at ease standing at the entrance of the Holland Tunnel wearing nothing but a pair of socks.
Isbell appears to have vanquished such fears a long time ago.
This isn’t the only emotionally uncomfortable song he’s ever written – in fact, his reputation as a wordsmith was largely earned by his willingness to open a vein and let it spill onto the paper, and he’s better at it than the vast majority of folks plying their trade in his own or any genre right now.
I don’t think having that kind of talent gives us a blank check, but I think that there has to be some degree of fearlessness to rise to the level that Isbell has, and this isn’t the only song on Weathervanes that opens a door into some uncomfortable rooms. “If You Insist” comes to mind.
I hate that this rift has become a thing. Considering Isbell’s non-relationship with JTE when he died, I can’t imagine that the circuit with his widow was any less strained or awkward, and I won’t speculate as to any of the details that exist on that timeline at all.
The broadsides to Isbell’s internal fortress over the past couple of years – the release of Running With Our Eyes Closed that shed some unflattering light into his relationship with his wife and then-bandmate, Amanda Shires (from whom he’s now divorced) and losing a charter member of his band, the 400 Unit (bassist Jimbo Hart) had to have been sobering in the time since the new record came out. Not trying to make excuses for him, but things like that have a way of becoming…preoccupying.
But even when I try to sit in the bleachers on the widow’s side of the field – when I consider having to try to tread the minefield of navigating my daughter’s feelings around the song or the confusion around the whys and hows of how Jason’s camp handled (or didn’t handle) the sensitivity of the songs’ release…when I put it all on the table and weigh everything that’s happened and everything that didn’t happen…
…I keep coming back to one central thought.
Hearing the song may be painful to me in the same situation…but I don’t know that Isbell’s actions have nearly the power to inflict the kind of pain and hurt into my life that JTE’s had, and will continue to have.
If not for that fatal miscalculation on his final night, the song wouldn’t exist, after all.
There are losses that every one of us will suffer – personal losses that stem from varying circumstances, whether natural causes or otherwise – that will become part of our identity. All of us are the sum total of our experiences, our circumstances, the chances we’ve taken, the losses we’ve suffered, being in the right or wrong place at the right or wrong time – and the people who’ve gone on before us become part of the fabric of who we are, if we choose to carry them with us…and in many cases, we should.
My wish for everyone involved would be peace – I don’t know if that’s possible, honestly, but I wish it were.