i have always loved music...
i can't sing a note
and i know it
(but that doesn't stop me from
singing unreasonably loud in my house
and in my car, as my family will attest to).
this was my parent's stereo
but i always think of it more as being my dad's...
his records...his 8 tracks...
i'm not sure why i always think of it that way...
maybe it's because there is no
elvis
in the mix...or the beatles...which would have
indicated that my mom
had some say in the selection...
but instead
there was ferlin husky and george jones,
charley pride and loretta lynn,
tammy wynette, george campbell and
lots and lots of truck driving songs.
and, oddly enough, in that motley collection of 8 tracks
that i am pretty sure someone gave him
a mixed box of...
there was dr hook's greatest hits
and billy joel's glass houses...
which became my favorite soundtracks while
washing the dishes.
dad had a little rca tape recorder, too,
that we were only allowed to take out
on very special occasions...
and this was where i found my first
favorite desert-island-disc song on a tape called tear jerkers...
leader of the pack.
i loved the whole tape...(i was 6 or 7 years old)...
but that song shaped a little bit of who i am now, i think...
i always loved songs that told a story
and i think my dad's music collection had a lot to do with that...
jolene
coat of many colors
jenny's afraid of the dark
teddy bear
the gambler
all stories...
Probably not much of a coincidence, after all...I assume most music was like that back then. But it still feels significant to who I am now. Funny how a photo of headphones makes you think.
