This morning, as I was preparing tomorrow’s brunch, I selected the music choice channel for Country Hits on our TV. To my surprise and delight, it wasn’t current hits, but “old standards.” (Not too old.)
I grew up in Nashville (several years ago) and have always lived near Music City, but didn’t become a fan of country music until I was in my 40’s. I guess by then I had lived enough life to recognize the truth and wisdom in country music’s ballads.
(There was a brief period in my high school years when I visited the wonderful Opryland USA theme park regularly We lived just across the river and a season pass was $50. My favorite show was called Country Roads – I had to dig deep into Google to “remember” that name – and there I learned snippets of older country songs that I had missed while listening to Top 40 hits on the radio. So I guess my appreciation for country songs really began then. I can “see” the stage for that show and those costumes in my mind’s eye so clearly. And I will never stop missing Opryland. But, as usual, I digress…)
ANYWAY, the music I have enjoyed today has made my heart sing, caused a gulp in my throat, and teased out a few tears. I am thankful for every word and note that spoke to me today. Certain singers will always be my favorites, and I know I can count on hearing the “good stuff” from them. And I admire the songwriters who often live in the background of these tunes, but who have birthed them from the heartfelt realities of their lives.
Today’s country music is different, and I still enjoy most of it. I have my favorites now, too. Some of these current songs will make me stop and catch my breath when I hear them again in a few years. The music and the life it becomes a part of intertwine, and the memories of each become united.
Eric Church sang it well: