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Music Memories

There are a few things you can ask almost anyone, and they will not have to think about their answer. Questions like, what was your first vehicle? In my case a 1967 Ford pickup, it is still sitting in my field. Who was the first boy or girl that you had a crush on? I do have an answer to this question, but in the interest of domestic tranquility I’ll keep it to myself. If you are say over the age of oh thirty, what was your favorite radio station? In my case it was KAYO. In the 1960s and 1970s this was the country station in Seattle. When we moved there in 1969 I went looking for a radio station that played the music I already had a love for. So when Johnny Cash came out of that cheap speaker singing “Boy Named Sue” (the edited version of course) I was at home, I felt the music was an old friend. A friend I had met as a four year old boy listening to Rex Allen SR “Son Don’t go near the Indians” and Ernest Tubb “walking the Floor Over You” through a coal stove pipe grate in a farmhouse in the middle of an Iowa winter. (We probably could have heard more, but the stovepipe got hot and one of us said “OW***” and were told to get to bed under threat of having to stand, or sit uncomfortably through the next days meals.) It was enough though, I was hooked on the music. After that it was a matter of getting to know my friend the music, the first time I heard Tammy Wynetts “D.I.V.O.R.C.E.” it was done by some girls at a Talent show at the Iowa state school for the blind, and they must have done an excellent job because every time I think about it it’s like putting on a comfortable pair of slippers. In my third year at that fine institution I recall getting a small cheap plastic radio, and in my minds eye I still see me and my roommates singing along with Porter Wagner singing “The Green Green Grass Of Home”. That is the same radio I brought to Seattle. My heart for the music continued to grow, to this very day John Denver’s “Country Roads” takes me back to a place in my heart when love was new, and I had all the time in the world. Hearing Clint Black sing “Leven Here A Better Man” takes me back to yesterday when my wife and I began this journey together, though it’s been more then twenty years. I can still smell the smoke from the campfires my son and I sat around and talked over his innocent perspective of life, when Toby Keith sang “Should’ve Been A Cowboy”. That brings us to Miranda Lamberts “The House That Built Me”, the listening to which got me thinking down these musical trails of the past. Feel free to share your own musical memories either in an email, or tweet me at @toddsummers10. Thank You for making Buffalo Country a part of your life. Todd