When I was little, or young I should say...or both.... my dad was in a band. Bands, actually. If you know anything about musicians, bands never stay together long...so he was in several, or a few, I'm not sure. Anyway, he was a country music bass player. A good one too. I loved nothing more than listening to him play music. I loved nothing more than that special feeling I would get when I would be allowed to go with him to listen to him practice, or go to gigs with him. I loved it.
One day, I found a hand written note by my dad that I thought was his sort of "diary" entry. Later, I found out that it was really just lyrics to the song Family Tradition. I remember feeling all sad thinking my dad felt bad about "Getting stoned" and drinking and smoking. I remember where I was when I read it. I remember the feeling. Strange, huh. I was very relieved when I realized it was just song lyrics. :)
When I would later hear him play and sing this song at places, I remember feeling happiness and strangely enough, relief. Ha! Like I said, I was little. Or young. Or both.
I still love this song. But it still gives my tummy a weird guilty, sad, happy, relieved feeling.
Now...youtube will not allow any of Hank's videos be used on blogger...so this is close enough. :)
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