In public, I am an indie-pop music fan, but in the quiet of my heart, when no one is around, I am a country music fan. Mostly, because as much as I try to hide it, or run from it, I am a steel magnolia. I come from a long line of strong southern women. I come from cotton fields, spanish moss, and boiled peanuts. And even though I'm a California girl, there's a little piece of me that will always be southern. And when I miss that part of me, or if I'm being totally honest, when I miss my mama, I listen to country music.
The sounds of a hard day's work on a tractor, a small town, and going to church on Sunday are so familiar to me, with a slide guitar and a southern twang it hits the spot whenever I start to miss my roots.
Sometimes I wonder if my kids will ever understand this part of me? If they'll ever even know it? I don't really know the answers to these questions. But I do know that until I can reveal that part of me to them, I'll introduce them to a little downhome music (while they're dad ISN'T in the car).
3 comments:
Well, Erin Kay, looks like we were both in the same frame of mind. Your post and mine both touched on similar topics: country music and sentimentality. Funny what becoming a parent does to you, isn't it?
I would encourage you to blast some country music around the house during the day while Tim is at work (don't tell him I said this). They'll appreciate it when they get older. Both Jonathan and Jeremy were inundated with country music as kids and, even though they may not listen to it all the time, they're still fans.
Ooops. Make that "Kaye" :-)
I second Dave's idea to blast country music. :) Those kids are related to you. They will be country at heart as well. Tim is just going to have to get over it or join in. :)
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