I love music that makes me nostalgic. Most music does that, which is part of its magic, yes?
Today I'm awash in a veritable sea of nostalgia, courtesy of Allison Krauss (Nothing At All, Down to the River to Pray, Go to Sleep Little Baby), EmmyLou Harris (Pancho and Lefty, Tulsa Queen, Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend, Two More Bottles of Wine), and Willie Nelson with Johnny Cash (The Highwayman, Ghost Riders in the Sky), and EmmyLou Harris with Mark Knopfler (Why Worry?, Romeo and Juliet..and more).
My Dad was also cheesy. We actually owned a Marty Robbins album, and the theme track to The Magnificent Seven, and Herb Albert & the Tijuana Brass. And Dave Brubeck. And Stan Kenton. And Gordon Lightfoot.
Dad and I shared the cheese, and he taught me to love jazz and classical and folk and music in general. Fleetwood Mac could make him stop and just smile, regardless what he was into at that point, building a gorgeous piece of furniture or grooming his garden or reading a thought provoking book. He read voraciously, loved good music, loved his family, and mostly, never hesitated to share love, ever, even if it was at a weird moment or inconvenient-I always always knew, he was my Dad and he was there.
Cheese is as cheese does, yes? Or the gouda doesn't fall far from the cheese wheel?
Happy Friday, and may you never hesitate to embrace the softy, gooey center of you that makes you uniquely, absolutely, you.
Hugs,
Stevie
Today I'm awash in a veritable sea of nostalgia, courtesy of Allison Krauss (Nothing At All, Down to the River to Pray, Go to Sleep Little Baby), EmmyLou Harris (Pancho and Lefty, Tulsa Queen, Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend, Two More Bottles of Wine), and Willie Nelson with Johnny Cash (The Highwayman, Ghost Riders in the Sky), and EmmyLou Harris with Mark Knopfler (Why Worry?, Romeo and Juliet..and more).
My Dad was also cheesy. We actually owned a Marty Robbins album, and the theme track to The Magnificent Seven, and Herb Albert & the Tijuana Brass. And Dave Brubeck. And Stan Kenton. And Gordon Lightfoot.
Dad and I shared the cheese, and he taught me to love jazz and classical and folk and music in general. Fleetwood Mac could make him stop and just smile, regardless what he was into at that point, building a gorgeous piece of furniture or grooming his garden or reading a thought provoking book. He read voraciously, loved good music, loved his family, and mostly, never hesitated to share love, ever, even if it was at a weird moment or inconvenient-I always always knew, he was my Dad and he was there.
Cheese is as cheese does, yes? Or the gouda doesn't fall far from the cheese wheel?
Happy Friday, and may you never hesitate to embrace the softy, gooey center of you that makes you uniquely, absolutely, you.
Hugs,
Stevie
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