With my Dad working and running the bars of Lima and me tagging along I could not but grow up liking country music.
It is a music even to this day, for the most part, has lyrics that are clear, understandable, and relatable to the common human experience.
Many lyrics of songs today are drowned-out by loud back-ground music or other voices. Some singers are so interested in showing-off their range that the ability to understand the words are sacrificed. Sometimes I ask my wife, “What is she singing?” She replies, “I can’t understand, but she sure has a good voice.”
To me going to an Alicia Keys concert is little more the going to an opera. She might as well be singing in a foreign language.
When a teenager I used to go to the diner old PK truck stop in Beaverdam, Ohio. They had a pretty good tasting Swiss steak along with plenty of country music. That’s all they had on the juke box.
Truck drivers were men away from home and country music brought them back.
One day I walked in and the place was empty except for a truck driver. He sat alone in a booth and dropped a coin into the juke box and punched a song that was sung so clear and true. To this day I marvel at the simplicity, directness, longing, and passion. The lyrics, the melody, and emotion made you feel what was in the heart of that truck driver. The song was Jim Reeves’ He’ll Have to Go.