Before I get started here, I want to say something about that Amy Hempel post that I wrote on Monday.
One commenter who comes here fairly often has made it clear that he hasn’t been happy with what I’ve been posting lately and some of you came to my defense. I thank you for that. The reality is he can be unhappy and still read here or be unhappy and not read here. Unless somebody is using excessive bad language or attacking me directly, they can say whatever they want to say. This isn’t like Facebook where there is a lot of interaction. I like to let the readers here at this little old blog have the last word and that last word, whatever it is, is fine with me. I’ve been doing this for a lot of years now and I’ve got a pretty thick skin.
. . . OK, and now on to other business.
Here’s another post that some of you aren’t going to like as it involves telling a Country Music tale. Stay or leave—think for yourself.
I’ve heard this song, “My Son,” just about all my life it seems. It came out in 1968, written and sung by Jan Howard. I could take it or leave it. Mostly leave it. It didn’t do much for me.
Lately on YouTube, I’ll watch “Country Family Union.” One of the reasons why I watch it is to see older Country Music Performers sing some of their songs. Also, some of these people I’ve known and, yeah, I want to see how they look and sound. I’m curious.
Jan Howard is on this show a lot and this week, I’ve come across this extended clip where Howard is explaining the meaning behind her song, “My Son.” To say that her words got to me is an understatement. I’ve watched the clip four times now, getting emotional each time I watch it.
I’m sharing because you may also like it. Yes, it’s an investment in your time—a little over 14 minutes—but maybe, for some, it will be time well spent.