Bookmarks From My Book of Life

Easy Rider’s Peter Fonda passed three years ago and fifty-three years ago Woodstock was in full swing. There is nothing more powerful than music when it comes to triggering memories.

Ravings of a Mad Southerner

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”
― 
Bob Marley

I’ve sung, played, and danced badly all my life.  Some of my earliest memories include the old upright in my grandmother’s hallway, my uncle’s mandolin, and the whiny bluegrass he sang…” Blue moon of Kentucky….”  Singing, first in the youth choir at church, then in the adult choir, the high school chorus and playing in the concert band, the college band and a brief stint as a discordant sax playing rock star.

Participating in a men’s quartet singing “Just Have a Little Talk with Jesus,” my thin baritone joining in at the Fifth Sunday Night Sing.  My Uncle James making a not so joyful noise unto the Lord, my cousins and I trapped in the cab of the old flatbed truck as we moved hay bales or corn to the songs he sang.  I’ll…

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