How I Fell in Love With Welcome Wagon

by M. Joshua

Welcome Wagon

I once got in a fight with a bag lady in NYC.

She was covered in pigeon poo and I was just trying to wash her feet like Jesus would.

She got angry and started yelling. I backed off. I wasn’t trying to upset her. Really.

While this was going on a nice Italian gentleman came by and said, “Maude, it’s okay. He’s just trying to help!”

Maude backed off. I was surprised that this nicely-dressed, pencil-moustached gentleman commanded such respect with this woman.

“I’m a pastor in this neighborhood. Maude knows me pretty well,” he explained.

“Oh cool, I love Jesus too,” I responded.

“I can tell,” he said with a big smile.

He added, “Do you have any plans for dinner?”

Suspecting his generosity, I obliged.

His wife made a delicious organic pasta dinner with fancy things in it that I couldn’t quite name. I noticed a guitar in the corner of his living room.

“Do you lead worship in your church,” I asked.

“Sometimes, but most of our playing is a little more extra-curricular.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, have you heard of Sufjan Stevens?”

Of course I did.

“Well, he’s a friend of ours. And sometimes we go around and play sacred songs at small shows and stuff.”

I was shocked. “Wait, I thought you guys looked familiar! Are you the Welcome Wagon?”

They were.

None of this story actually happened.

But, I’m sure that it easily could have.

The Welcome Wagon is a band that easily stands out as one of the more unique and genuine acts in the indie music scene.

If you haven’t snagged their album Welcome to the Welcome Wagon, you probably should.

Welcome to the Welcome Wagon