My best friend wrote a blog on her myspace about how music and songs have affected her life. I know- MySpace. I have recently joined at the urging of one of my best friends from high school. Look Ma, I am cool! All jokes aside, I have actually met up with some friends that I haven’t spoken to in years. So laugh all you want. I do not care.
Back to the topic at hand. I grew up in a fairly musical family. I don’t ever remember a time where there wasn’t music of some sort. My father used to sing in a bluegrass band. Every Tuesday night. If we were lucky we would get to go and hear him sing. I will never forget hearing their friends, Clyde & Mary, sing “Turn the Radio On”. With Clyde playing the mandolin. She had the voice of an angel. I often wondered whatever happened to them. They were fairly old when I knew them as a little girl. I do know I always think of them every time someone tells me to “turn the radio on”.
There was always something on the radio. Or 8-track. Shut it. My mama liked Merle, The Oak Ridge Boys and just about everything in between. I think I knew all the words to the “Y’all Comeback Saloon” before I knew my own name. And it goes without saying that I knew all the words to just about any Merle Haggard song. My daddy was a little more broadminded in his musical scope. We grew up listening to Johnny Cash, Creedence Clearwater, Bob Seeger, The Sons of the Pioneers, and Brook Benton, to name a few.
The eclectic musical educatiion I was exposed to served me well. I love almost every type of music. With a special fondness for Merle and Creedence. As a matter of fact, the song I danced to with my father at my wedding was “The Farmer’s Daughter”. By Merle Haggard. It was a surprise for my diddy. It shook him so much he could barely dance with me. The songs of Merle Haggard have played a huge part of our lives. My parent’s song is ” That’s the Way Love Goes”. One of the best moments of my life, by far, was getting to actually watch them dance to this song. At a concert I bought them tickets for.
It just seems like for every milestone I have faced, there has been some sort of song to mark it. So I give you my list. And probably the short version.
Because, Jesus. We don’t have all damn day!
Salty Dog- Ricky Scaggs
Caroline- Merle Haggard
The Long Black Veil- Lefty Frizzell
Delia- Johnny Cash
At the Hop- Danny and the Juniors
King of the Road- Roger Miller
Blue Moon of Kentucky- Bill Monroe
Missing You- John Waite
Pretty much the entire Tapestry album- thanks, mama!
Bob Seeger- who can choose!
Journey- see above.
And now? My adult stuff.
A Long December- Counting Crowes. Last December was the worst month of my life.
3 am- Our Lady Peace- Not thinking my diddy would make it, and wondering what the hell my bubba would do if that happened.
Drops of Jupiter- Train. The best years of my life. Pre-bebe, of course!
Redemption Song- Bob Marley. Rest in peace, my babe-a. I miss you.
Could You Be Loved- Bob Marley. Seeing my husband dancing around the room, softly singing this song to his newborn son at two in the morning. WHILE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING!!
The list could go on and on and on. You get the idea. I think we have instilled our love of music in our children. For that I am grateful.
I just want it to be all that it has been for me over the years. The thing that no matter what, I could turn it on and lose myself. I could forget, if just for a moment, all of my troubles and cares.
Who doesn’t need that?