So... I'm sitting here in the middle of a group of folks listening to a local band called Horseshoe Road. I've been a bit pensive tonight... Recently I claimed that I thought I lived a somewhat deprived childhood, at least musically. My musical interests until high school consisted of the stuff I heard played at churches throughout my childhood, and the Imperials. We were a very musical family, and I have alot of talented family, but there wasn't much variety... Mostly old Gospel hymns, that my parents sang with groups from time to time.
I also remember that while travelling, which we did ALOT of, we would often cross mountains where no radio station could be heard... So we made our own music, singing to pass the sometimes very late nights. It was OLLLDDD gospel stuff - by the Happy Goodmans and the Speers, two of my Dad's favorite groups.
I'm reminded of this history because I'm pretty sure the average age of folks in this room is around the age of my parents, if not older. Certainly neither the crowd nor music that "cool" folks my age would be tempted to gravitate towards. Yet I find myself drawn to this genre (Called Heartland Acoustic). I tap my toe, clap my hands, and find myself wanting to bust out in harmony with the group.
I guess I wasn't really deprived after all. There's a fairly rich history behind all of this music my parents love.
So I guess when I'm just being myself instead of trying to be someone else, I realize that all of that music I was exposed to as a youth was kind of formative... It "stuck". I can't escape it...
They say exerything that once was hip will eventually come back around... Bell bottoms, tie dyed shirts, and hemp sandals are back in... Maybe folk acoustic blues bluegrass gospel will come back too!
I also remember that while travelling, which we did ALOT of, we would often cross mountains where no radio station could be heard... So we made our own music, singing to pass the sometimes very late nights. It was OLLLDDD gospel stuff - by the Happy Goodmans and the Speers, two of my Dad's favorite groups.
I'm reminded of this history because I'm pretty sure the average age of folks in this room is around the age of my parents, if not older. Certainly neither the crowd nor music that "cool" folks my age would be tempted to gravitate towards. Yet I find myself drawn to this genre (Called Heartland Acoustic). I tap my toe, clap my hands, and find myself wanting to bust out in harmony with the group.
I guess I wasn't really deprived after all. There's a fairly rich history behind all of this music my parents love.
So I guess when I'm just being myself instead of trying to be someone else, I realize that all of that music I was exposed to as a youth was kind of formative... It "stuck". I can't escape it...
They say exerything that once was hip will eventually come back around... Bell bottoms, tie dyed shirts, and hemp sandals are back in... Maybe folk acoustic blues bluegrass gospel will come back too!
