Personally when I can link music into my life and my relationships the music becomes far more powerful than ever before. Growing up on country music it holds a place in my heart and has allowed me to connect with people in very unique way. My playlist consists of songs that connect me to the most important people in my life.
"Finally Friday" by George Jones
My father and I sang this song every Friday on the way to school from early elementary school into late middle school. George Jones was my dad's favorite artist and his music never fails to conjure memories that we share.
"He Stopped Loving Her Today" by George Jones
This was the Monday song for my dad and me. It lacks the energy of the former, but even now as I listen to it I can picture my father randomly bursting into his own heartfelt rendition.
"Boney Finger" by Hoyt Axton
My father and I stumbled across this song on an old mixed tape and it became an instant joke between us. Anytime one of us is working away on a project the other chimes in with the chorus which is always rewarded with laughter and a smile.
"A Boy Named Sue" by Johny Cash
When I was younger my dad's parents took my cousin and me on a trip to Gatlinburg. The entire was we listened to the same Johny Cash album over and over again. A Boy Named Sue developed as my favorite song, but i ironically never knew the full lyrics. Every time the words came around to the one profain word in the song my grandaddy would lower the volume quickly and precisely. I didn't learn about the dirty word's place in the song until much later in my life.
"Ol' Red" by Blake Shelton
This song always takes me back to riding in the car with my grandpa. After his passing I hadn't heard the song in years, but when I stumbled across it on a CD it took me back to being a little kid in the backseat getting picked up from school by my grandpa. In that moment it brought tears to me eyes and occasionally its a hard song to hear, but I'm so thankful for the fact that a song can bring us back together again.
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