Eric Church is as passionate a singer-songwriter as you get in Nashville, but he’s not known for being emotional: During every concert, he shields his eyes behind his signature sunglasses.
But on Wednesday night at the Grand Ole Opry, Church couldn’t hide his emotions as he talked about headlining the Route 91 Harvest festival in Las Vegas last Friday night, two days before a gunman killed 58 people and injured hundreds in the audience. He broke down as he remembered the fans joyfully basking in the music.
“I saw that crowd. I saw them with the hands in the air . . . and what I saw, that moment in time, was frozen. There’s no amount of bullets that can take it away,” Church said, his voice breaking. He turned away from the microphone and tried to compose himself.
“That night, something broke in me, on Sunday when that happened,” he said tearfully. “And the only way I’ve ever fixed anything that’s been broken in me is with music. So I wrote a song.”
Church played a new song with lyrics that included: “The Lord is my refuge, my fortress, my God with whom I trust/But I’ll never know why the wicked gets to prey on the rest of us.” He then segued into his ballad “Those I’ve Loved” and ended with a cover of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.”
He also paid tribute to Sonny Melton, a 29-year-old surgical nurse from Tennessee who died in Las Vegas while shielding his wife, Heather, from the shooter. Heather Melton told CNN that they went to the festival because Church would be there, and they had tickets to see him at the Opry on Wednesday. Church turned the crowd’s attention to their two empty seats.
Here’s a video and transcript of Church’s remarks and performance:
This past Friday, I played the Harvest music festival in Vegas. I was a headliner. I looked out there at that crowd, in that place, it was our last show of the year. And I watched them hold American flags up during “How ‘Bout You.” I watched them put an American scarf around my neck during “Springsteen.” They held records up when I played “Record Year.” They held boots up when I played “These Boots.”
And I was so moved by it, mainly because I looked at them and went, “This is my crowd. I’ve seen this crowd all year. They’re mine.” It came from all over the country because it was our last show. I did something different on the last song, on “Springsteen.” I jumped down on the speaker and I went down, actually on the floor. It was a high stage, so I actually jumped out on the ground. There was a little row that split the crowd and it went all the way to my front-of-house guy, split the crowd on either side. The crowd was on the right side, the crowd was on the left side.
I went down the right side and I shook everybody’s hand and I told them, “Thank you for coming. It’s been a heck of a year.” Been a hell of a year, actually. I went all the way down the right side, waved at my sound guy, came back up the left side, smiling faces, hands in the air, pictures being taken. And I jumped back up on stage and I played “Holdin’ My Own” and “A Man Who Was Gonna Die Young.”
And 48 hours later, those places that I stood was carnage. Those were my people. Those were my fans.
I didn’t want to be here tonight. I didn’t want to play guitar, I didn’t want to walk on a stage. But last night — let me try to get this out — last night, somebody sent me a video of a lady named Heather Melton. She was talking to Anderson Cooper on CNN, and she had on our Church Choir tour shirt. And he said, “What brought you to Vegas?” And she goes, “We went there to see Eric Church ’cause he was Sonny’s” — her husband who died — “it was his guy. We went there to see his guy.”
And then she said, “We have tickets for the Grand Ole Opry tomorrow night.” And as I — over here, Section 3, Row F. If you’re there, if you’re in Row F, there’s some empty seats, and that’s their seats.
And I’m gonna tell you something. The reason I’m here, the reason I’m here tonight, is because of Heather Melton. Her husband, Sonny, who died. And every person that was there. Because let me tell you something, I saw that crowd. I saw them with their hands in the air. I saw them. I saw them with boots in the air. And what I saw, that moment in time, was frozen. There’s no amount of bullets that can take it away. None.
That night, something broke in me, on Sunday when that happened. And the only way I’ve ever fixed anything that’s been broken in me is with music. So I wrote a song.