Blame It On My Childhood

I grew up with country. I couldn't help it. It's what my parents and the couple that helped raise me played. I listened to the likes of Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Buck Owens, and Hank Williams, Sr. I was weaned on the early folk music of Jimmy Rodgers. I listened to the bluegrass of Bill Monroe and Scruggs and Flatt. It formed my worldview, set the trajectory of my life… until I heard the Beatles…  

I'm also a child of rock and roll. I came of age to the likes of the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Moody Blues and the Partridge Family. Yeah, I had a crush on David Cassidy… So sue me.

While I was married, I went back to country…, but it wasn't the same country as when I grew up. It was New… but it wasn't better. Being a good wife, though, I listened. When the marriage ended, so did my interest in "New Country".

But country is in my bones.  It defines who I am, the old country music.  The likes of Allison Kraus and Union Station, Chris Thile, Edgar Meyer, Elephant Revival even; their music speaks to my soul, bringing back memories of a time long since gone, but still felt keenly in my heart.

Maybe it has been the loss of my father this past year, but I'm in retrograde, in a sense.  I'm finding solace in music that speaks to my childhood, but with a new energy.

I've found that with this group, Darlingside. Gonna see them on March 2nd in LA.