Music, Mustaches, and Crazy Kittens

Today, country music lost two of its best. Both Don Williams and Troy Gentry (of Montgomery Gentry) died. Even when I wasn’t a fan of country music, I still was a fan of Don Williams and his soothing and gentle voice. I confess I’m not as familiar with Montgomery Gentry, but I do know that he was way too young to die.

I listened to Marty Robbins on the way home from picking up a prescription at Kroger’s. I have memories of seeing him and his luxurious mustache on TV (with only Rollie Fingers of the Milwaukee Brewers sporting better facial hair). He was another one that I liked before officially admitting to liking country music.

At home, I spent some quality time with Peanut, my 4-ish month old kitten who I rescued at the Williamson County Animal Shelter, and who in turn rescued me from grieving over the loss of my 17-year old Lucy who crossed the rainbow bridge in June.

She’s a typical kitten, so she’s hilarious and fun to watch. She can also be affectionate and incredibly cuddly. She does this high-pitched purring thing that’s more like a trilling sound. I’ve never heard it before from a cat.

My musical variety continues during my daily treks to and from work, church, and Franklin. I’ve listened to Queensryche, John Prine, Guns ‘N’ Roses, and Marty Robbins. I believe that crosses past eccentric musical tastes into the category of “They Should Make Pills for This.”

It was a good week. I woke up every morning and managed to avoid the dreaded toe tag, so I call it a win.  When people ask me how I am, I’m answering, “Better than I deserve.” I’m coming to see more and more every day how true that is.

Oh, by the way, Peanut the Spaz says hi.


Going Old-School

I’ve been on an old-school music kick lately, and the trend continued over the weekend. Among the music I had playing in the Jeep as I travelled were George Jones, Marty Robbins, Chet Atkins and Les Paul, Earl Scruggs, and Kris Kristofferson. That’s real country music.

I’m not opposed to new music. I’ve simply discovered that 99.9% of it doesn’t speak to my soul the way the old stuff does. Honestly, I really can’t find anyone who can emote heartbreak in a song the way George Jones did. Or sing cowboy songs the way Marty Robbins did.

Most people will be content to turn on the radio and go with whatever’s playing. That’s all fine and wonderful, but that’s not me. I’m a little more deliberate when it comes to my music.

As always, I’m open to suggestions about what I need to add to my musical playlist for my lengthy commutes. The older, the better. Also, I’m all for finding the artists that aren’t as well known.

Thanks again for reading these blog posts, even when they’re last minute, “couldn’t think of anything else to write about” posts. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s not always easy to come up with something fresh and original when you write these posts every day. Plus, you do know that my mind works in strange and mysterious ways.



Keeping It Old School

I decided to favor you with an update of what I’m listening to these days. As usual, I’m keeping it old-school.

These days, when I say old-school, I really mean old-school, as in music going back as far as the 1920’s.

Here is a sampling of the artists I’ve listened to lately: Gene Autry (1929-1931), Frank Sinatra, Kris Kristopherson, Marty Robbins, Curtis Mayfield, Miles Davis, Prince, and Bill Withers.

I’m not opposed to new music. I really like a lot of what I’m hearing (though most of what I like that’s modern is probably not in the top 40).

I’m drawn to old music because I feel like it’s a kind of a time machine to a past that mystifies and fascinates me, a simpler (though not always better) time that for the most part no longer exists.

Plus, I feel like that the music from bygone days that has survived and thrived this long is considered classic for a reason. It has a timeless appeal and message that still speaks to these ears, even after many of the artists have passed away.

You can make the same argument for movies and books. Sometimes, it pays to go to an old-school that’s older than you.