Hope of the Hopeless (video!)

Below is the third video I've made for my dad. My dad, Bill Price is a musician and, as a child, we'd spend every summer on the road, gallivanting around the country. We'd visit different youth camps, churches, the occasional arena, etc. I got to know this country at a young age.  Having a summer birthday, I was rarely home for my actual birthday, and usually had a party around the start of the school year. I spent several birthdays sat Disneyland, one in Ohio, a couple on the eastern seaboard. It was a great way to grow up. A summer long summer camp.

Riding in the car for eighteen hours a day was no big deal to me; still isn't. The sounds of the road became my lullaby. The clop clop of changing lanes, the whoosh of passing cars, the wind blowing through cracked open windows; these lulled me to sleep, often in positions that, as an adult, I would find excruciating.

The summer my mother was pregnant with my sister, we drove from Portland to Orlando in three eighteen hours days-- a feat made all the more impressive by my mom's frequent bouts of morning sickness which caused us to have to pull over every hour or so. The next year, I got the flu in Florida. That same night, my youngest brother also caught a bug and we puked our way up the eastern seaboard to Pennsylvania.

My dad, in addition to being a singer and guitarist, was also a speaker. He has a degree in divinity from Western Baptist Seminary and was able to share the Gospel of Jesus in uniquer and interesting ways, full of passion, humor and practicality. He never cared about dogma, he just cared about the words and example of Jesus. Even as I grow older and more jaded and skeptical of organized religion and Christianity in particular, the words of Jesus, His message and personage, have never left me and I continue to abide in Him as best I can.

This song, Hope of the Hopeless, was inspired by a tragic story, and I remember the way my dad used to share that story. He read in the newspaper the story about a teenage prostitute who had been murdered. the article showed pictures of this girl, from her infancy up to the time of her death The changes in countenance and demeanor were evident, and my father, filled with compassion wondered what he would say to her to change her life, and to keep her from making the decisions that would end her life at such a young age.

The song that follows are those words.

Be sure to check out the previous videos I've posted. Also, my father's music is not available in stores, but we do have some CD's and cassettes available. if you'd be interested in purchasing a copy, please e mail me and I'll let you know how you can get a copy!

Live footage of him exists and I'm seeking it out. I'd like to share that with all of you at some point!

Enjoy the video. It's a lot more subdued then other videos I've done.

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