By Scott Coner
Country Artist
It’s been over 20 years ago now, but I remember everything.
The first time I saw her my whole world changed. I knew that somehow, I needed
to impress this woman enough to marry me. I walked around in a cloud for weeks
not knowing what to do. I was in a bad marriage, and I was having more trouble
than you could imagine getting out of it. Cyndi was also in the final stages of
a break-up. The timing couldn’t have been worse. But, this woman, this
relationship, was worth fighting for. I needed her. I had never felt feelings
like those, and I didn’t know how to act.
We both grew up within just a few miles of each other, but
the odd thing is I actually met her in Nashville. She had been working for a
Christian record label called Brentwood Music. I had wanted to pitch some of my
music to them, but since I was in the middle of a divorce, nobody wanted to
talk to me too seriously. I wasn’t very bothered by this though, because I
could have cared less for their label. I just wanted their blonde.
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| Cyndi Coner |
As a little boy, I used to go with my mom after school to
make bi-weekly payments at a furniture store in our town called Barnes’
Furniture. It was owned by a very kind Christian man who really impacted me
just to be around him. It turns out that this man was actually Cyndi’s uncle. I
look at our old photos of our families, and it looks like we grew up with the
same furniture. Another interesting fact about Mr. Barnes was that he had three
daughters. They were all older than me, but they were crazy beautiful. These
girls were Cyndi’s cousins. Turns out that this family has a very dominant gene
of beauty. Not unlike my family’s genetic hair displacement or big ears.
Early on, I was supposed to meet Cyndi in Nashville for
dinner. I sat at the table for nearly an hour, and she didn’t show. I finally
got up and went to the salad bar and found myself standing next to Carl
Perkins. I was too troubled to even care, so I didn’t thank him for his
contributions to music or offering me a chilled plate for my salad. I stormed
out of the restaurant only to find Cyndi sitting all alone in a chair waiting
for me to get there. I felt like such an idiot, but to tell you the truth, I
bet she hadn’t been there long. Through the years, I have noticed that I sit
around waiting on her quite a bit, but I don’t mind.
Anyway, long story short, we found a way through the mess
and ended up getting married. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t thank
God for her being in my life. She has proved to be a perfect mother. She treats
my parents like her own. And she actually loves me unconditionally, and I have
no earthly idea why. I don’t deserve a woman like her. I lie in our bed at
night and hold her. I feel her soft skin and soft hair while she’s there next
to me, and I find myself smiling in the darkness.
Through the years, I have
made mistakes and let her down. It hurts me to think about it, because I care
for her so much. But, I keep trying to show her in all kinds of ways how much
she means to me. I have mentioned before that I worry about having to die some
day because I just don’t want to be away from her, and I truly mean it. I don’t
want to have to leave. Every day, every minute, matters more than I could say.
Valentine’s Day is the mandatory, designated day to promise
our undying love to someone. I have written many songs about my wife, but
“Close to You” is one of my favorites. There simply is no way I can put into
words how much Cyndi means to me. I believe she saved me from a miserable life
and a terrible ending. All I wanted to say to her is, “Thank you for saving me
from me." Without her, things would have gone much different. I would have
been bitter, mad and lost. Instead, I’m happy, glad and found.
I hope you like the song and video. But, more than that, I
hope each of you has a special Valentine’s Day. If by chance this year finds
you alone, don’t worry. I’ve had plenty of those, too. Your best bet is to wait
until Sunday, go to the drugstore, and buy yourself some special chocolate on
sale and wait around until the right person comes along. There’s somebody out
there for all of us. I’m living proof of that.
The first song I wrote about Cyndi was this one I am
including. I haven’t recorded it, but I remember the lyrics. Maybe one day I
can take it to the studio. I’m not sure how many songs people want to hear
about my personal experiences.
“Seven Kinds of Ways”
Hey girl we’re about to be free
And I was wondering if you’d marry me
And give me a little girl
We’ll name her Emily Sae
And we’ll hold hands and ride swings in the park
And I’ll hold you when the world goes dark
And girl, I won’t ever leave
(Chorus)
But when you smile are you really laughing at me?
For being such a love-sick fool?
In just three days
I fell for you seven kinds of ways
And girl, my heart belongs to you
How’d you get those pretty brown eyes?
And girl can you sympathize?
You see, I’ve never felt this before
Everything’s not as it seems
And my feelings are here on my sleeve
All I can do is think about you
Girl, I’ll do anything you want me to do
(Lyric Copyright 2016
Scott Coner)
Scott Coner is a country singer-songwriter who has
worked in the studio with legendary artists such as Tanya Tucker, T. Graham
Brown and Charlie Daniels. You can learn more about him and hear his music at www.Facebook.com/ScottConerMusic, www.YouTube.com/user/ScottConer, and www.ScottConer.com. Follow Scott at www.Twitter.com/ScottConer.
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