When I was young, I listened to the music my mom wanted to hear. On records at home and on the car radio it was country. Not the Sh#te called country today, but the old country from the 50s through the 70s. Back when it was more western than country. More cowboys than southern hicks. Waylon Jennings, Buck Owens, Marty Robbins, Porter Wagoner, Patsy Cline. As I got older I found my own music. The Eagles, Dio (RIP Ronnie James....we're losing all the good ones), Rainbow, Ozzy, Metallica, Rush, Pink Floyd, Fleetwood Mac, Psychedelic Furs, The Motels...and on it goes.
Now that I'm middle-aged, with a wife, two kids, a mortgage and a lawn that needs work I've found an interesting thing about those old country tunes; they take me back. Back to a time where I had no worries and was protected from the world. I play those old tunes around the house and my wife grits her teeth and my daughters dance and I feel like I did when I was eight. I feel at peace. I feel at home.
So, dear reader, what music did you grow up with? Does it still take you back there? Do the memories flow?