It has been said that the music you listen to during your teens and early 20’s will be the music you will love and listen to for the rest of your life.
That certainly has been true for me…The Outlaws, Blackfoot, .38 Special, Jim Croce, The Good Rats, Steve Forbert, Dean Friedman, the Marshall Tucker Band… and if the truth be told, Kiss.
Since I played in a band during the first fifteen years of this century, I listened to and learned more modern music that the guys in the band wanted to play. Additionally, my daughters exposed me to the music of their generation…Train, Jack Johnson, Corey Smith, Uncle Cracker and the list goes on.
Earlier this evening, one of my son-in-laws sent me a video of a song by a guy I never heard of and since the video has almost 18 million views, I figured it was worth a listen.
A song that embodies all that is American…Hope, Desperation, Family, Drugs, Rural America, Father and son relationships and a great riff.
This song is mesmerizing. As Greg Kihn used to say. . .they just don’t write ’em like that any more.
Thanks Cole for sending it and thank you to Michael Palmisano for reviewing the song and keeping my attention.
Tyler Childers... Nose On The Grindstone.
Note: There is the use the “F-Word” early on, but taken in context of the emotions of the song, it doesn’t bother me. Hopefully it will not bother you.