Me and Music
Many of you may already know this, but I doubt your truly aware of just how strange my music taste really are. And you’d probably won’t understand either.
I have my little niche of music that really makes my heart sing. It’s kinda like an celebration of creativity and independance, fun, or great writing, or who knows what. (Probably also the influence of illegal drugs that many of the artists may be doing)
Simply put, you could some it up as Americana. Sometimes rock, sometimes country, sometimes folk, sometimes bluegrass, sometimes, well, from another planet.
Sometimes. . . . it’s living a vicarious life far from my own. Songs with curse words that I love to sing at the top of my lungs. . . Like the Gourds singing “Gin and Juice” bluegrass style. Or songs about sticking it to the establishment or living a wild party life.
Sometimes. . . it’s a good laugh. Like the song that I just heard “Fat Girls and Weed” where the next line is “that’s all I need”. It originally caught my ear because it has this beautiful melody that you hear hears thinking that it will be this incredible song. . . and then you catch the lyrics and it’s a 180 from anything you were thinking. Then, there’s the Adam song about the “Snowcone Man”
But, most of the time, it’s well written powerful songs that truly make you appreciate the art of song writing or art in and of itself. Some of my favorites- Fred Eaglesmith, Aaron Watson, and Chris Knight. (I can imagine that you’ve never heard of any of these artists, right?)
Sometimes, I’m tempted to say “It’s a Texas thing Ya’ll”. And I once heard an interview by Kevin Fowler who in some ways explained it that way. It’s music free from what record producers force upon us. It’s a democracy- the fans rule the roost in this genre of music- we decide what we like and what we don’t like and put our money behind that. We search out for new music, new artists, etc. It’s music free from glitz and glam.
Last weekend, I had the pleasure of seeing Ray Wylie Hubbard- whose considered quite a legend here. It was him and one member of his band sitting on a stage in the downright chilly weather that has marked this April so far.
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