Tonight I watched American Masters on PBS that featured our Lady of Country, Loretta Lynn. It is something of a revelation and a surprise to relive and hear the paths of influence in my own song writing through the influences of such great songwriters like Loretta, Johnny Cash, and Hank Williams. I was taken back to the moments of my life where I had immersed myself in their nuances, poetry and chords over the years, and took their hands down those same turn rows into country fields, real life story telling, and yes, ached along with them in each note and word.
It’s been awhile since I wrote story telling songs, as I wish for the days to return when I would write with friends, and hear their artful and authentic contributions to the song; this longing is indeed it’s own unfinished song of unrequited partnerships. There is beauty in collaboration. This part of the documentary really resonated with me. Garth and Trisha defined it the best I have ever heard said.
My Grandfather loved the Sons of the Pioneers and all singing cowboys. I think we were the only ones in the family that did. My parents liked Jazz and Swing, female balladeers of sweet persuasion, but there in the spinning of old 78’s, I found a home in country songs that reached out with simplicity and those sweet harmonies.
I have always loved singing this song of Hank Williams. The melody winds out like a train, and the lyrics are clouds across the moon, I can imagine that only the crickets chorused along when this was written. My recording of it isn’t the best, so I hope you’ll hear past it to feel the poetry of this well written classic.
So, I’ll just ride off into the sunset for the night with heartfelt appreciation to all the country storytellers, and cowboy romance novels that have touched my heart and moved me along into “my slow moving dreams.”