Jeremy Parsons Digs Deep in “The Garden” — A Song for the Soul Survivors
- Lonnie Nabors
- 2 days ago
- 2 min read
Updated: 2 hours ago

Jeremy Parsons isn’t chasing trends. He’s not dialing into pop algorithms or sonic gimmicks.
What he is doing — with unapologetic heart and haunting honesty — is writing the kind of song that pulls your spine straight and your heart wide open. “The Garden” is Parsons at his most unfiltered, a rootsy meditation on memory, mental health, and the sacred dirt we all come from.
This isn’t your typical back-porch country ballad. It's spiritual archaeology — a slow-roll excavation of childhood, fatherhood, and emotional healing. Parsons sings with the dust of Texas on his tongue and the wisdom of a man who’s learned that time and toil can heal what trauma leaves behind. “I was raised in a garden,” he writes, and you feel every clump of soil, every moment of reluctant wonder turned revelation.
The production is understated, but that’s the point. No pyrotechnics here. Just an acoustic
backbone, a pulse of purpose, and vocals that don’t try to soar — they settle in. This is a voice that lives in the lyric. When he sings, “Does it wither when you're feeling blue?” it’s not just a question for a neighbor. It’s a lifeline tossed to anyone struggling to keep their mental garden from going barren.
You could call “The Garden” Americana, alt-country, folk-soul. But let’s not box it. This is soul music in the purest sense: music from the soul for the soul. Think Springsteen’s Nebraska filtered through a Guy Clark lens. Think the storytelling of Townes Van Zandt with the emotional honesty of Chris Cornell unplugged. Yeah, I said it. The track isn’t loud, but it’s loud in meaning. A song like this doesn’t bang the door down. It opens it slowly, leaves muddy boots on the porch, and asks how your heart’s been holding up.
Jeremy Parsons has done something rare — he’s grown a song that feels like a conversation you didn’t know you needed. “The Garden” is living proof that the quietest songs can echo the loudest.
–Lonnie Nabors
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