after a tiring day following an even more tiring night where i was called to see how “at my wits end” i am with certain things….i was in deep need of something to soothe this soul and heart. 1950’s country music is doing it. i am brought back to my childhood days visiting my grandparents in the sleepy little town of walla walla. it’s summer. the lights inside are low. front door is open, screen door keeping the mosquitoes outside. outside an occasional car slowly drives down the dirt lane…often with just their parking light on as to not disturb the handful of homes that resided on the street. my grandma and grampy, each of them sitting in their own chair, grandma in the rocker, grampy in his recliner…both of them as well enjoying the silence of the warm summer evening. the heat of the day still lingering in the fading twilight…the smell of their lilac tree finding its place in the warm evening breeze, wafting through the house. and on their stereo, classic country music.
aaahhh……put on music from this era and my soul just SIGHS.
put on music from this era and i can sing many of these tunes by heart. i never told anyone how much i loved these songs they played. older cousins, visiting at the house as well, would roll their eyes at one another at times while i sat in silent secrecy – letting the music gently rock me in a quiet meditative state – enjoying every juicy, wonderful moment.
i long for the innocence of those moments. i long for the emotional depth that pours through these songs. i long to sway to this music in some small dive bar with wooden tables and wooden floors….wearing one of those mini jean skirts, cowgirl boots, tank top with a vest over it and of course the cowgirl hat. call me an old fashioned silly girl – but there is just something in these songs that – unlike any other genre or era – just DO it for me.
if you feel so called, here’s the link to what i’m listening to.
