Catching up



For those of you who might have missed it, we lost my brother, best friend, and songwriting partner Jeromy Hooper last week. I am going to miss him more than I ever knew was possible. I have added a new song to the playlist on the website. "Waiting on your turn to talk" is a co-write with my brother. I am glad it made the cut. 


lots of shows booked. come see me.


I wrote the following post the day of his funeral. 


"When he reached the gates of Heaven,
He didn't understand.
He knew that friends were comin' over.
Was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream?

He saw them playing there before him,
What were they doin' there?
It felt like home,
It must be alright.
Or was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream?
Memories replayed before him.
All the tiny moments of his life.
Lying 'round in bed on Saturday morning,
Two daughters and a wife,
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.

Meanwhile on earth his friends come over,
Shocked and horrified.
Dolls and flowers by the store front,
and everybody cried.
Everybody cried and cried.

Is there vengeance up in Heaven?
are those things left behind?
maybe everyday is saturday morning
Two Daughters and a wife
Two daughters and a Beautiful Wife
Two Daughters and a Beautiful Wife"

-"Two daughters and a beautiful wife" The Drive By Truckers

Today we said goodbye to my brother, Jeromy Hooper. It is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. If you know me, there is a very good chance you knew, or at the very least knew of, my brother. He was my best friend. My songwriting partner. My hero. My confidant. My partner in crime. My advice giver. My pep talker. He taught me about music, books, kindness, compassion, justice, love, and breakfast tacos. We we're 6 years apart but once I graduated high school that didn't seem to be an issue anymore.
 The summer after my freshman year of college is really when we became a team. I was home from A&M, and he and Jenny were living in Houston and teaching school. They decided to close up shop and come to the Seguin/ new braunfels area for the summer. Me and Jeromy fell into a routine. We would wake up sometime around 11:30 and go either a. Get breakfast tacos or b. Go to clear springs and eat till we couldn't see straight. We would then come home, nap, and go see some live music at night. At the time, I didn't have any money but Jeromy was getting his teacher paycheck year round, so he paid for everything. We had so much fun. We still even recently referred to it as the summer of Larry and Jeromy.

Since that time we have both gotten married, had kids, and became adults, so to speak. But we still loved to be around each other so much. We spoke or texted pretty much every day. The day he died we had texted how excited we were that "The Dark Tower" movies were finally being made. He got me started on reading those but I finished them first, he was still on the last book.

All this to say, I didn't just lose my brother this week. I lost a part of me. I lost the person who understood me more than anyone. Understood my love of songwriting and humor and all the other things that he understood so well because I got them from him. If it wasn't for Jeromy I would've never started  playing music. If I hadn't started playing music I wouldn't have met my wife and have my 3 beautiful children. I have a very close group of friends. Jeromy brought me into that group.

This is rambling but I am at such a loss. Thursday I have a show. I will be singing songs that Jeromy and I wrote. I will be singing songs Jeromy wrote, or introduced me to, or taught me to play. It will be hard. Everything will be hard for a while: every first _________ will hurt. And as much as it hurts, it's a pain I almost don't want to go away, because that would mean I'm used to it. I don't want to get used to him being gone, I just want him not to be gone anymore.

I love you big brother. I'll do my best to take care of your girls. I'll do my best to show the world your love. To show them
your songs and your humor. Keep an eye on us please. God I'm gonna miss you so much.

I'll listen for your harmonies. Sing them to me sometimes.


Larry Hooper


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