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A deep dive into the heartbreak of Pickett’s Charge through song


“We’re almost there, I can see the trees…”

Those opening lines of “The Copse of Trees” transport listeners to July 3, 1863—the third and final day of the Battle of Gettysburg. It’s a moment frozen in American memory: 15,000 Confederate soldiers stepping off across nearly a mile of open Pennsylvania farmland, marching toward a small grove of trees that represented their last, desperate hope for victory.

The Historical Moment

Pickett’s Charge has been called the “high-water mark of the Confederacy”—the moment when the Confederate cause came closest to success before breaking apart forever. General Robert E. Lee had gambled everything on one final, massive assault against the Union center on Cemetery Ridge. The target was a copse of trees that seemed almost within reach.

But as our narrator discovers in the song, proximity means nothing when dreams are collapsing. General Lewis Armistead, leading his men with his hat on the tip of his sword, would make it over the stone wall before falling mortally wounded. The charge that began with such hope would end in devastating failure.

The Power of First Person

What makes “The Copse of Trees” particularly powerful is its intimate, first-person perspective. Rather than observing the charge from a historical distance, we experience it through the eyes of a single Confederate soldier watching his world collapse in real time:

“Then Armistead stumbles, hat in the dust,
The general’s down, the line goes slack.
Boys are falling, the charge is broken,
How in God’s name do I get back?”

This isn’t about military strategy or grand causes. It’s about a young man realizing that the trees he could almost touch might as well be a thousand miles away, and that his biggest concern is no longer victory—it’s simply surviving the retreat across that terrible open ground.

Universal Truths in Historical Moments

The genius of “The Copse of Trees” lies in how it transforms a specific Civil War moment into something universally recognizable. We’ve all had those moments when success seemed within reach, when we could “taste” our goal, only to watch everything fall apart. We’ve all faced the daunting journey back from failure, wondering how we’ll make it through.

The song’s final verse carries the deepest wound:

“The Copse of Trees still haunts my sleep,
I see it when I close my eyes.
The Copse of Trees, so close to glory—
So far from where hope dies.”

This isn’t just about a Civil War battle. It’s about the dreams that remain tantalizingly close in our memories, the ones we almost achieved before circumstances tore them away. It’s about living with the weight of “what might have been.”

Musical Landscape

The track’s musical arrangement perfectly mirrors its emotional journey. Opening with contemplative fingerpicked guitar and that haunting electric guitar accents, it builds toward the charge’s climactic moment before settling into the somber reality of retreat and lifelong regret. The inclusion of fiddle with Celtic influences adds that elegiac quality that makes this track such a powerful modern tribute to to Civil War memory.

Part of a Larger Story

“The Copse of Trees” is one of nine tracks on “What Might Remain,” an album that explores the human cost of the Civil War from multiple perspectives. While this track gives voice to Confederate desperation and failure, other songs in the collection explore Union victory, family grief, and the long shadows cast by trauma. Together, they ask what endures when the battles end and the speeches are over.

Why These Stories Still Matter

In our current moment of political division and social upheaval, songs like “The Copse of Trees” remind us that history isn’t about heroes and villains—it’s about human beings caught in circumstances beyond their control, making impossible choices, and living with the consequences. The Confederate soldier in this song isn’t a symbol or a political statement. He’s a young man far from home, watching his world collapse, trying to survive.

That’s a story that transcends any particular war or cause. It’s a story about resilience, about carrying on when dreams die, about the weight of memory. It’s a story that, 160 years later, still has something to teach us about what it means to be human.


Listen to “The Copse of Trees” and the full album “What Might Remain”:

What moments in your life felt “so close to glory” before everything changed? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

I’m excited to share my latest album, “The Long Echo,” now available on Bandcamp. This 9-track collection represents a deeply personal exploration of how the Civil War’s trauma reverberates through generations—how violence echoes across time long after the guns fall silent.

About the Album

“The Long Echo” takes listeners on an emotional journey from the immediate horror of battle to its lasting effects on families, communities, and the American soul. These aren’t your typical Civil War songs about glory and honor. Instead, they explore the human cost: the guilt-haunted artillery crews, the impossible choices forced on civilians, the widows writing letters to the dead, and the children trying to understand their fathers’ silence.

Each track tells a complete story, yet together they weave a larger narrative about how trauma passes from one generation to the next. From Confederate soldiers at Franklin receiving orders they know mean death, to a great-grandson visiting his ancestor’s battlefield at twilight, these songs trace the long arc of suffering and understanding.

The Stories Behind the Songs

The album explores both famous and forgotten battles—from the massive surrender at Harpers Ferry to the brutal frontal assault at Franklin, from Chickamauga’s hollow victory to the haunted grounds of New Hope Church. But more than battles, these are stories about people:

  • “The Heights” follows Confederate artillery crews who can see the faces of their enemies
  • “I Never Wanted to Take a Side” tells of a Shenandoah Valley farmer caught between armies
  • “Letters to the Wilderness” captures a widow’s enduring love for her fallen husband
  • “The Echo” brings us full circle to a descendant seeking connection with his ancestor’s ghost

Musical Approach

Musically, “The Long Echo” blends alt-country and Americana with historical storytelling. The arrangements feature weeping pedal steel guitar, close country harmonies, and intimate acoustic textures that serve the emotional weight of these stories. Each song aims for that conversational authenticity—like two people with guitars on a porch, sharing stories that need to be told.

Salty Musicians in the Studio

Listen Now

“The Long Echo” is available now on Bandcamp, where you can stream the full album or download high-quality files. Each track includes detailed liner notes about the historical events and human stories that inspired the songs.

This album doesn’t romanticize war or offer easy answers. Instead, it asks us to listen for the melancholy voices history often overlooks and reminds us that behind every statistic was a human story—and behind every human story was a long echo that continues to this day.

The Civil War ended in 1865. Its echo continues still.


Listen to “The Long Echo” at bill-leyden.bandcamp.com

Track Listing:

  1. The Heights
  2. The Order
  3. From the Works
  4. The Burial Detail
  5. Chickamauga
  6. I Never Wanted to Take a Side
  7. Letters to the Wilderness
  8. Chickamauga’s Son
  9. The Echo

New track: Big Peccadillos

Some characters walk right into your imagination, kick off their shoes, and start talking. Big Peccadillos is about one of those guys.

You’ve seen him around—hood up on a 90-degree day, trimming the lawn with scissors, socks drying on a line he strung between a tomato cage and a rake. He’s not lazy. He’s not crazy. He just has… big peccadillos.

Told in his own words, the story unfolds through a series of oddball confessions—each a little vignette of misunderstood brilliance. From weather-inappropriate fashion to poetic entanglements with the preacher’s wife, our narrator lives by his own logic and doesn’t apologize for it.

The chorus comes like a shrug and a grin:
“I’m not broken… I just got big peccadillos.”

🎧 Give it a listen on Bandcamp:
👉 Big Peccadillos – Bill Leyden

And if you’ve ever talked to your mailbox… this one’s for you.

Where Stories Turn To Songs

We’ve just released What a Shame, the newest track from singer-songwriter Bill Leyden. This one’s for the quiet moments of reflection—the ones that come too late, but still matter.

Set against a backdrop of fading sunlight and steel guitar, What a Shame is a gently aching ballad about the things we carry, the silences we keep, and the grace that sometimes comes after regret. The lyric doesn’t point fingers—it simply opens a window into the kind of truth that sneaks up on you.

▶️ Listen now on Bandcamp:
👉 What a Shame

If you’ve ever walked a quiet road replaying what might’ve been said—or unsaid—this one’s for you.

There are moments in life that don’t need polishing. They don’t demand fanfare or perfect endings. They simply are. This album was born from those kinds of moments — the ones that leave us humbled, laughing, haunted, and somehow more alive for having lived them.

No Regrets, Yet is a collection of songs that walk the quiet backroads of memory:

  • Love that burns bright in dance halls and fades into wistful “what ifs.”
  • Fathers and sons who find each other against the odds.
  • The kind of ghosts that don’t rattle chains, but linger in stories told around kitchen tables.
  • And a farewell so full of grace that it could only end with a smile.

These are not songs of complaint or sentimentality. They are honest, unvarnished, and tender in the way real life is tender. Played on weeping pedal steel and worn Telecasters, carried by voices that know their miles, and wrapped in the kind of close harmonies that feel like home.

I wrote this record to share a truth I keep learning:
We can’t hold on forever — but what we do hold on to can last us a lifetime.

🎵 Hear the album here: billleyden.hearnow.com/no-regrets-yet

https://billleyden.hearnow.com/no-regrets-yet

Pull up a chair. Pour something strong or something warm. Press play. I think you’ll hear a little of your own story in these songs, too.

Back after a hiatus

Check out http://www.bill-leyden.bandcamp.com

I’m excited about creating Historical Americana:

https://bill-leyden.bandcamp.com/album/fields-of-silence

Back After a Hiatus

Who Doesn’t Love a Sale?

I must admit that when I stumble into an unannounced 75% Off Sale at Dillard’s in Prescott, AZ that I cannot resist the urge to shop a little.  It was last year – at the end of winter that I found the Italian wool car coat and the long sleeve, travel guide orange shirt.

It was only this year when I wore that orange shirt that I began to appreciate how much much of bargain the comfortable, linen/cotton blend truly was.  So I decided to wear it out to dinner.

Guess Who’s Shirt is Coming to Dinner!

I do a lot of pro bono photography and videography work for local Yavapai College.  It’s my way of contributing to Yavapai County.  And in so doing, I have become quite fond of the people with whom I work there.  So when I was invited to dinner with a few of my foundation and marketing friends, I was thrilled to go.

It’s funny how you go through life relatively self-absorbed and believing that the rest of the world sees you just the way that you see yourself.  What an illusion that is on many levels!  But even believing that this is illusion, I was surprised when I arrived at dinner to a chorus of voices saying:

“OMG — we were WRONG — he isn’t wearing black!  Bill, that color looks good on you, you should wear more color!”

I made a perfunctory joke like:

“Everything else was clean!”

I thought that my stale attempt at humor would put an end to attentions focused in my direction and I was therefore surprised when the subject resurfaced an hour later at the dinner table:

HOSTESS (Melinda)

“That really is a good color for you!  How come you don’t wear more color?”

KIM

We always thought that he wore black because it made him look thinner!”

ANONYMOUS

“It’s not working!”

Ignoring the sage wisdom that I received from aging producer Leo Taub at my first job at the ‘Old Actor’s Home’ in LA:

“Someday – when you are older, you will learn that it is enough just to say that you like it!”

I proceeded to concoct (what I thought to be) a clever response:

“I can’t imagine a professional photographer not wearing black!”

Turning to my friend, Kim, I continued to be passive/aggressive:

“If I wore a shirt like yours at a portrait session, you would see a candy cane in the subjects eyes!  The eyes will reflect whatever is in front of them and it will appear on the image.  Everyone laughs when I cover myself up in black!  I have even seen portraits where the photographer appears in the subject eyes picking his nose!  Furthermore, this orange shirt in some cases would reflect back into the image and skew the white balance!”

As I noticed Melinda’s eyes start to glaze, I thought to myself,

“I seems like they are reluctantly buying this B.S.!”

I Don’t Need No Stinking Advice!

The next day I had a portrait session scheduled with Kristy!  I felt the pangs of guilt over going too far in my technical explanation of wardrobe at dinner.  So I took the orange shirt out of the dryer and decided to wear it during Kristy’s photo session, thereby ignoring my own tutorial.  ‘What could possibly go wrong?’

When I was developing the images, I saw it.  ‘What is that interesting quality in her eyes?’  I zoomed in closer … closer.

Yep — no mistaking that orange linen shirt:

Two orange sleeves of the photographer’s shirt

I could perhaps strive harder to remember that the three most common words of advice given to actors as they attempt to become successful in Hollywood are:

“Just be yourself!”

Congratulations!

It’s been almost a year since Samara asked me to photograph her intimate Malibu Beach wedding.  I don’t often have the urge to head out West, but at times like these, braving the traffic is worth it!  Congratulations Troy and Samara!

Wedding Photographer Blues

I at once chuckle and flinch when I see someone else’s wedding images of the bridal party where some of the people are looking in the direction of a guest with a point-and-click camera and the rest who aren’t blinking or adjusting themselves are looking in the general direction of the wedding photographer with quizzical expressions.  Professional photographers have a number of ways to preclude this from happening, which I will not bore you with now.

I don’t usually shoot weddings — I really can’t say why — I love them.  I must be getting lazy.  Mostly I enjoy photographing people who hate to be photographed.  The late master, Monte Zucker taught me how to be at ease in most shooting situations, so I love being able to delight someone who mistakenly thought that the only way to get a great image was for me to sneak up and shoot before being noticed.

Monte

Portrait Anxiety

When creating a portrait, often family members, friends or partners will insist on being present.  Most professional photographers that I know will impart the sage wisdom of the auto mechanic’s creed to the client prior to the session:

I doesn’t matter — the loved one is going to contribute to creating the image with the best of intentions if not the worst of results.

 

An Evening of Outdoor Photography with Kolten

But last night, I had a great time with Kolten, his family and the family dog.  Kolten wanted to create some images for his high school graduation announcements.

I had talked with Kolten prior to the shoot and asked him what he wanted to do.  He hesitated, so I prompted him:

  • “Is there, for example a special place within 50 miles where you really feel like yourself?
  • Or are there special things that have deep meaning for you that you would like to be in the images?
  • And what time of day would appeal to you?”

Kolten said he would think about it and then contacted me a couple of days later with the specifics:

“I would like to be photographed at night on a street or alley – you know, something urban.  I’ll bring three changes of clothes.  May I bring an animal?”

I loved it!  I knew that I would be shooting in pitch black, freezing December Prescott AZ conditions.  I would most-likely need at least three radio-controlled strobes – probably shooting in manual mode.  So I staged the equipment prior to the shoot so that Kolten would not have to wait around in 32F weather (not that he would mind).

With my sister assisting, we made some fun images including this one:

Kolten

We were nearing the end of the session and as we walked chatting to the third shooting location, we passed through an arched portico into an inner courtyard of a re-purposed church that is said by some to be haunted.

Think of Something Happy !!

I asked Kolten, “If you don’t mind, I would like to do something with this passageway … are you up for it?”

I positioned the strobes, got the tripod situated at the entrance of the portico and asked him to ‘make peace with’ the iron gate.  I was just about to shoot when I heard someone call advice from inside the courtyard that I recognized as his Mother’s voice:

“Think of something happy!!”

My heart sank a little, but I took the shot below anyway:

Happy?

As Kolten heard his Mom’s prescription, his shoulders collapsed, his smile waned and he bent at the waist as if he had been cold-cocked.  I rarely see the principles about which I am writing so quickly demonstrated – although I have seen much worse!

I walked through the portico and pretended to chide the perpetrator:

“When I was his age, most things that I thought made me happy turned out to be failed experiments that led to shame on some level.  If you don’t mind, my I try?”

I thought of Jesh De Rox and the Beloved Movement of experiential photography:

“Kolten, did you have to do anything to get that Letterman’s Jacket other than just show up?”

“Well, Yeah!”

“So there was some play or decision that you made on the field that makes you feel proud?”

“Yes.”

Walking back to the camera I offered, “That’s the guy we are photographing!”

Click:

The Swagger of a Letterman

 

I like the difference in the  images so much that it makes me think of something happy!

—-

 

Technical Details:

ISO 400

f 5.6

1/180 Focal Length 35mm

Main Light: Canon Speed light, guide number 160, 1/8 power, light modifier by Bruce Dorn/FJ Westcott, distance to subject ~ 6ft

Backlight: Quantum Q Flash, 150 Ws Light Modifier by Quantum Instruments, 1/16 power, distance to subject ~9ft

Accent Light:  Metz Strobe, guide number ~150, 1/2 power, oblique angle, distance to subject ~25ft.

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