One bright morning, back when Casey and I were still playing in Burlap Tuxedo, before there was a HonkyTonk StepChild, we were cruising down May Avenue. We were passing the Dunkin’ Donuts when I misread a sign, “Coffee Jesus!?” I exclaimed. “No,” Casey explained, “that says Coffee Jobs, but I like that. Coffee Jesus has a ring to it.”
The next week we all got together above the HornTrader to record the song. It was the first time Casey had been there since the city had closed the old I-40. After ten years of living with the highway just a stone’s throw from his kitchen window, the silence was eerie.
Casey edited the video that night and uploaded it to youtube. We cringed a little, worried it might be too controversial for the Bible belt. Early the next morning we walked to the corner Starbucks for a celebratory coffee, the barista at the window smiled and said, “Your coffee’s already been paid for by that gentleman over there.” We thanked him, and discovered he was a pastor at a church in Edmond. It seemed like a sign of approval from above. Thank you Jesus!
Here is the Personal Barista ! Hope you enjoy!!