Music strikes a chord in most of us.  I suspect it’s because of how we encountered music as we grew up.  I grew up with my dad playing the guitar and mandolin occasionally and my mom singing while chording the guitar.  The genre was of the 50’s country which would often be referred to as “hillbilly” music.

Stops at Nashville and Knoxville in Tennessee have exposed us to many settings where country music is being performed.  Some is current or more recent country, but some is old-time gospel, bluegrass, or hillbilly.  We listen in when we can.

A couple of Thursday nights we gathered at the clubhouse of Raccoon Valley RV Resort where a group of mostly old-timers were having a weekly jam session.  I could recall the few times I was allowed as a child to hang around jam sessions my folks would participate in.  I couldn’t help but reconnect with the past.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hearing songs I hadn’t before, in the form sung in those good ole days, was wholesome and stirring.  I believe they were written and recorded from the soul rather than for marketing.  Gospel songs performed (and their deep messages) have also been meaningful to me.  They tend to connect me to times in my life when Truth was better received through song.

-LA