I Love Derek Webb

When people find out that I know Derek Webb, they often ask what kind of guy he is and why I like him so darn much. I tell them, “It’s because he’s such a real, down-to-Earth guy.” D and I may disagree on doctrine, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t think he’s right about a lot of things.

And plus, when it comes down to it, Derek’s an absolute goofball: here’s proof.

“Now that you know how to get here…”

After visiting my folks this weekend, I drove north and east rather than south and east to head home. You see, Derek Webb, among others, was playing a mission benefit concert for a family from Nashville that’s going to go do mission work in Africa: specifically, Keith Chapman’s a dentist, so he’ll be pulling teeth all around Africa.

Anyhow, after the show, Derek’s wife Sandra went back to their house to go see about Levi, their border collie puppy. Because it was Sunday, Derek and Sandra had been gone most of the day, so she wanted to go see that their house was left standing. [Smart woman.]

This, of course, left Derek without a ride home.

Me, being a staffer for [caedmonscall.net], the fan-site that covers the band Derek was a part of for a decade, I had reason to be talking to Derek long after the concert was over. [Really … we’re setting up a live chat with him sometime next week.] As Derek relates the story, he glances my direction, and I quietly say, “I can give you a ride home.”

After the crowd disperses, he looks at me and says, “You know, I really could use a ride home, Geof.”

So … I drove Derek Webb home. He and I talked things Internet and not. He asked what I do for a living, saying, “You know, y’all do so much for us, and I don’t really know anything about you.” So we talk of things ISS for a while.

We pulled into his driveway, and Derek got out. He leaned back in and said, “Hey, I really appreciate this. Now that you know how to get here, stop on by any time you’re in town. We’ll make you a cup of coffee and sit and talk.”

Yes, I think you could say that this fanboy had a happy ride home to Huntsville.

Being a Fanboy

I’ve seen Caedmon’s Call perform twice: the first was at The University of North Alabama a few years back. Because I was traveling with friends [namely, Jess and Karina] and, for some forgotten reason, we had to be back to Huntsville for early things the next day, I didn’t get to meet the band then.

A couple years ago, the band played Big Spring Jam. Well, that’s not entirely accurate–at the time, Danielle Young had just had complications with her first pregnancy, so she and Cliff, who form two-thirds of CC’s vocal triumvirate, were in the hospital waiting for Danielle’s pregnancy to settle down.

I never will forget Derek coming out center-stage and saying, “It’s weird to be standing here. I’m usually over there,” nodding to his usual spot on the side of the stage. “How many of you have heard Caedmon’s Call on the radio?” he then asked. The crowd hooted. “Good,” he said. “Well, I do a lot of the songs that don’t make it on the radio, so I hope that you’ll enjoy it.”

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