I cut 'Diamond in My Crown' in my home in Georgia, because I

Host: The afternoon light slanted gently through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. Jeeny sat at the table, flipping through a stack of old records, while Jack leaned against the wall, arms folded, his gaze lost in the rhythm of the day outside. There was something nostalgic about the moment, as if they were both waiting for something to come into focus. Finally, Jack spoke, his voice soft, carrying a sense of fond reflection.

Jack: (his voice calm, almost wistful) "I cut 'Diamond in My Crown' in my home in Georgia, because I wanted to use an old 1848 pump organ that my mother-in-law had gotten for Emory for Christmas one year. His mother would be proud to know that pump organ was made use of."

Jeeny: (looking up, her voice filled with curiosity) "That’s such a personal story behind the music. Using an instrument with that kind of history — it must have added a whole new layer of meaning to the song. I can imagine how special it must have felt to play something so connected to your family’s past."

Jack: (nodding, his voice reflective) "Exactly. It wasn’t just about the song or the sound; it was about honoring that history, that connection. The pump organ had been passed down, and there was something about using it, something about that specific sound, that felt like a bridge between generations."

Jeeny: (smiling softly, her tone gentle, almost thoughtful) "It’s amazing how music can tie us to our past. It’s not just the notes, but the memories, the people, the stories that come with the instruments. That organ wasn’t just an instrument — it was a part of a family legacy, a symbol of something larger. And by using it in that song, you brought it full circle."

Jack: (his voice softer, almost with a hint of gratitude) "Yeah. It made the song feel more real, more rooted. It wasn’t just me making music; it was me sharing a piece of family history, something that mattered to them. It’s funny how an object, something as simple as an old organ, can carry so much weight, so much meaning."

Jeeny: (nodding, her expression soft) "It’s true. It’s like the object becomes a vessel for memories, a piece of the past that lives on. And when you bring that into your art, it becomes something more than just a creation. It becomes a tribute, a way to preserve what came before, to honor it in a new way."

Jack: (his voice calm, with a sense of understanding) "And that’s the beauty of music, isn’t it? It’s not just about the sound — it’s about the connections, the history, the emotions it stirs up. Music becomes a way of carrying those stories forward, of making sure they’re never forgotten."

Jeeny: (her voice soft, filled with quiet appreciation) "Exactly. And sometimes, it’s the smallest things — like an old pump organ — that make the biggest impact, that connect us to the past in the most meaningful ways."

Host: The room seemed to grow still as they both absorbed the truth of the conversation, the weight of the memories that music could carry. The world outside continued its rhythm, but inside, Jack and Jeeny had discovered something deeper about the power of music — that it was more than just sound. It was a way to honor the past, to bring it into the present, and to carry it forward, keeping the stories and the love alive through every note, every song. The pump organ, with its history, had become not just a tool for music, but a living connection to something timeless.