Billboard Hot Country Songs charts, as well as the first Number One for the Big Machine label. His first single release on that record label, " Wherever You Are", became Ingram's first top 40, and later his first Number One single on the U.S. Under the Big Machine banner, Ingram released a predominantly live album entitled Live: Wherever You Are. In 2005, Ingram signed to the independent record label Big Machine Records.
On Sunday, February 3, 2013, H-E-B premiered their 'Texas Myths' Super Bowl commercial featuring Jack Ingram. Another live album, Acoustic Motel, was issued in 2005. Two more live albums followed before he signed to Columbia Records for the release of Young Man in 2004, which accounted for no singles. This album was supplemented a year later by an EP entitled Electric: Extra Volts before he left Lucky Dog. In 2000, he collaborated with Charlie Robison and Bruce Robison for the live album Unleashed Live.Įlectric, his second album for Lucky Dog, was also his first album to enter Top Country Albums, despite not producing a chart single. Two years later came Hey You via Lucky Dog, a division of Epic Records, which accounted for a No. 64 country single in "How Many Days". That same year, he released Livin' or Dyin' via Rising Tide Records, which produced his first chart single in the No. 51-peaking "Flutter". In 1997 he had his first time on the 22nd season of Austin City Limits. Records eventually signed him and released a live album entitled Live at Adair's, and re-issued his first two indie albums. His first release was his self-titled album in 1995 via the Rhythmic label, followed by 1995's Lonesome Questions. Later, during the early 1990s, Jack toured the state of Texas opening for Mark Chesnutt and other acts. Jack Ingram began his music career singing at a privately owned bar near the TCU campus of Fort Worth, Texas, which was owned by his friend John Clay Wolfe. He started writing songs and performing while studying psychology at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, where he was member of Alpha Tau Omega. Not for her, but for him.Ingram was born in Houston, Texas. She has to eat, she somehow knows, though hunger is a feeling that has, for now, ceased to hold importance for her. She gathers a deep breath, steadies herself, gets up, and wonders if there is anything on the island to eat. She shakes her head, shuts her eyes tight, wipes away the tears with her own hand. His thumb, his hand, his heart beating wildly, in a strange rhythm which so perfectly matches her own. The tears come back now, gentle, rolling, almost like a thumb caressing her cheeks. But that time has past, thrown to the winds by life, by piracy, by every act which has led her to this now vacant beach, and so she does not blush, but rather allows a sweet smile to grace her broken features.įor the first time since she lost sight of him, she nearly forgets he is gone. Some time ago, a time that seems forever ago, but really is not, she might have blushed scarlet at the thoughts running round her head, the memories so sweet and thick and wonderful that she almost believes they will be enough. Her mind buzzes even as she pulls her knees to her chest and lays her head upon them, but the thoughts on her mind are not of when the others might be back for her. She runs out of tears and out of energy to cry them with.Ībsently one hand, leaving the other still clenched desperately at her side, comes to rest on her abdomen, as she looks out still, blankly now, at the empty ocean and the glittering stars. The sun sets, the moon rises, the stars come out of hiding.
His form is gone when her eyes open once more, and she emits a string of curses to make any pirate proud, her despair finally catching up to her.įor a long time she just cries, slowly at first, then more fiercely, until after a while her sobs drown out even the waves and she slips brokenly to the ground. For a long moment she denies it, before the burning becomes too great, and she does blink for the briefest moment. There will be time enough to cry later for now she wants to be able to see him, watch him, burn his imagine into her memory.Īnd so she does, staring until the tears that come are not so much of anguish but of a desperate need to blink.
Tears sting at the corners of her eyes, but she blinks them away furiously. She watches him as he walks off, stares at the footprints he has left in the sand, and feels torn. It's got some minor spoilers, but I imagine anyone who actually wants to see it probably has by now. So I wrote this around the end of May, just after Pirates came out.