Posts made in March, 2007

Purebred American Mongrel Music

Posted by on Mar 8, 2007 in All things natural, Spirit | 0 comments

I will put a disclaimer on this right up front. My musical taste is eclectic, which anyone who picks up my ipod soon discovers. The theme that runs through my selections is quality, be it Bach or Blues, Hip-Hop or Rock. Last night my feet were tapping to some excellent unadulterated Americana in the center of the universe, Ashland, Virginia. Page Wilson played with Reckless Abandon, which is the name of the band and their style, or so it seems. Like most things that look spontaneous and simple, be it gymnastics or a great jump shot, you know talent, years of practice, and loving dedication are required to make it seem so sweet and pure.

Page always starts his performances with a song he wrote about Virginia. Out in the parking lot between sets I told him the song always brings a tear to my eye, even though I’m from Kentucky. He seemed surprised, but later several big men standing around me admitted they had the same reaction to the words. I understand the craft of writing well enough to know he’s not just acting modest. When people tell me they have been deeply touched by stories I write, my first reaction is the same. Not seeing the genius of your own work supports the theory a lot of people have espoused concerning individuals touched by some artistic muse. In reality the more accurate interpretation is the ninety-nine percent perspiration one puts into these things eclipses the product.

I never really enjoy the meals I cook, even if one or more of my guests proposes that I should go into the culinary business after they eat at my table. I suppose it’s the perspective, because I can come back to an old piece of written work and find the good and bad in it in minutes. Page may be playing it so often he’s quit listening and is really unaware it speaks of a home we all long to come back to, no matter where we were born. Since I couldn’t find the words printed anywhere out there on the web I’m including them here for your reading pleasure. If you are within the sound of WCVE public radio you can listen and judge for yourself next Saturday night.

Virginia

Many a mile a soul may wonder
To fates and places yet unseen
In the end was just a gamble
At least you chased a few dreams.
You miss the ones that always loved you
No matter whether right or wrong.
Sometimes just a memory
Is all you have to call home.

My home will always be Virginia,
Between the Blue Ridge and Chesapeake Bay
Atlantic to Appalachia, home in my heart always.

Some of us are meant to ramble
Some for staying at home
Hopefully everyone here
Will find some place they belong
So shed no tears at life’s passing
Know the best is yet to come
Find the peace everlasting
Was peace of mind all along.

My home will always be Virginia,
Between the Blue Ridge and Chesapeake Bay
And I’ll always be Virginian, born free to live out my days

My home will always be Virginia,
Between the Blue Ridge and Chesapeake Bay
Atlantic to Appalachia, home in my heart always.
You know I make my home in Virginia,
Between the Blue Ridge and Chesapeake Bay
And when this earthly ramble is over,
My soul will find peace there always.
The home in my heart is Virginia

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