A guy with a guitar singing his own songs, and he’s from Brooks County too.

It just doesn’t get any more real than that.

Jonathan Coody, son of a hog farmer, breadslinger by day and writer by the grace of God, graced the stage at Ashley Street Station all too briefly for the Old Lady’s taste. She was left hungry for more.

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“36 Steps”, a song about a guy who went through a 12-step program three times.

Into to a love song: “Are y’all too punk for love? I don’t think so.” Lines made better when delivered in Coody’s flat, slow drawl.

And the capper, a song about slinging bread titled “Independent Operator”. Coody is a veteran breadslinger, delivering for the local Martin’s Potato Bread factory to Valdosta grocery stores.

He only played four or five pieces, just a taste really, mere crumbs from his musical menu (the Old Lady knows there’s more because he listed a smorgasbord of songs on Facebook, and she REALLY hoped to hear “The Undisputed Prince of Quitman” but he didn’t play it, durn him). Great stuff, all of it. The guy’s a poet. And local? You bet he’s local! As he said in closing out the short set: “I’m Coody, from your own back yard.”