I don’t know whether it’s my Scottish roots or the nature of the music, but whenever I hear music from the East Coast of Canada, I feel an overwhelming urge to explore the Atlantic provinces.
There’s something about the combination of fiddle, guitar, piano, voice, and bodhrán that fills me with the desire to roam cold, rocky shorelines by day and attend boisterous kitchen parties at night (though, unlike the locals, I’d probably need to hire pest control services to keep me safe from dock spiders).
The lyrics of American Country music songs have always been known for their down to earth, tell it like it is, oftentimes raw themes.
When we are unified in a cause it seems the music gets louder. After World War II people never wanted the music to stop. We had a lot to be grateful for, and one of our innate expressions of gratitude is demonstrated through music. As a nation we were inspired to express our freedom through song like never before.
Music is primordial. It has been the life blood of existence before any known melody was ever penned. The music that inspires songwriters goes back long before writing – it is Nature’s music. Sound has been organizing itself into music since the dawn of the universe.