The first thing I remember is my Dad bringing home a dog. I was two years old. I know this from pictures of the puppy and me with the date stamped in the margin. The dog was a white Pekinese-Spitz mix with long frizzy hair and a toothy grin and enough energy for two dogs. Someone in the family, probably my Dad, named him Corky. I loved that dog.
We lived in a silver trailer house in a park near the Cedar River in Charles City, Iowa. My grandparents lived just a few blocks up the street and all of my aunts, uncle and cousins lived within a twenty minute drive of us. My Dad worked as an auto mechanic and my Mom stayed at home and took care of my brother and me.
I grew up on the classic Rock, Pop and Country of the 1960s and 1970s. My parents loved music. They had a stereo as big as a sofa. It was in a hard wood cabinet and looked kind of like the fancy dresser your grandmother brought over on a steamer from the Old World.
My Dad would play Sinatra on it, my brother, ten years older than me, the Beatles and my Mom, Country Music. I can identify most Rock and Country songs and the singer of the era in an instant, placing them not only in the year they were a hit, but also the season, spring, summer, or winter. As a kid, my parents took me to see Johnny Cash and Buck Owens in concert in Des Moines. Now that was a musical education.
In the 70s my brother and I played in bar bands. Though we thought of ourselves as Rock and Rollers, much of our repertoire, out of necessity was Country Western. I have to admit that Classic of the 60s and 70s has always been my first choice, but in recent years I’ve come to love Classic Country as well. This blog is loving nostalgia, an ode to a musical era that exists now only in our memories, and on YouTube. Thank God for YouTube.
There are not a lot of blogs that talk about Classic Country Music. This is going to be one of them.
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