We Were Poor But We Had Love

My family was a musical family.  Guitars, a few beers, and homemade rootbeers chilling on ice in the picnic coolers.  Fire roaring in the backyard firepit, kids running around dribbling mustard and ketchup from their barbequed hot dogs, the dog yapping in the background begging to be untied and wanting to play, the tunes filling the air and dancers swaying or stomping to the music; another serious ya-hoo was about to commence.  Grammas and Grampas tapped their feet while rocking in the rocking chair, infants and little ones cuddled up on their laps.  My sisters sang and played their guitars, spoons, tambourines, and squeezebox right along with my brother’s guitar and my father’s harmonica, as they played and sang all of those old country and western songs, mixing in a few rock and roll, or blues songs when Mom wasn’t paying attention.

I miss those times.  I miss my parent’s laughter and my grandparent’s warmth, but those memories will always be with me.  I just wished that I had a way to bring my memories out of my mind and into films to share with everyone.  I suppose that’s why I write books now; using words to paint the pictures that float in my mind with fond emotion or tragedy.  Life in a big family – eleven children from one couple – it was a hard life, and we were not well-off, but the love that filled our home, never held any bounds or limits.  We always had good food, a warm bed, clean clothes, a few toys to share in play, hugs, laughter, and my parent’s hand of discipline was always fair and just.

I grew up listening to my brother singing songs by Merryl Haggard, Waylon Jennings, Willy Nelson, Chris Christopherson, and George Thorogood, and so many other great musical artists.  My sisters sang songs by Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynette, Anne Murray, Dolly Pardon, Reba McEntire, Rita Coolidge, and so many others.  Country music was the chosen genre. To this day country music is a very real part of my life.  I enjoy songs that tell a story, a tale or offer advice, insight, or tell of a lesson and experience.  Today, my imagination can run rampant with ideas as scenes flash in my mind while listening to certain songs, songs that bring you back in time when men made promises and women worked alongside their men to create a life of stability, honor, and truth.  I gain inspiration, insight, knowledge, and receive the advice offered while listening to the past music world that I grew up in.  We were poor, but we had love.

Even today, in the state of our current world, these musical greats and their vocals tell it like it is.

Heart of ‘The Buffalo’ – Sometimes I Dream

I was introduced to the music of Texas Tenors today, and I must say, there can be no better depiction of the heart and soul of my character, Joseph Tanner, AKA The Buffalo, than this video and song – Sometimes I Dream.

Joseph, like Halya, dreaming of each other from the time they were old enough to have feelings, thoughts and yearnings of true and honest love, slept with the figment of the other in their nightly dreams.  Reaching out to each other, seeking and calling out for the other as they slept, their destiny is to join.  I cannot, or rather have not, come across another song that digs so deeply into Joseph’s warm, gentle and country heart, that this.

I hope you can feel Joseph’s heart, aching and calling for his soulmate, Halya, The Butterfly that futters gracefully about his emotional being, as he waits for her, and no other.

Music Offers Me Inspiration

I have yet to hear a song that touches me more than “Dream Soft” by Mountain Fever Records.  You can find them on SoundCloud.

This is the mood, the emotion, the gentleness of The Buffalo’s love for Halya, his Butterfly.  The song is so warm, so cozy, gentle and loving, I would love to have their permission to use it for a book trailer and the theme song for what I hope will become the movie (one day).

Enjoy, and I hope you hear and feel what I do.

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