I know it is cliche as all get out, but I do have a wide range in taste of music. On my Spotify, I have Prince, Rolling Stones, The Belle Brigade, Aqualung, Niyaz, Irfan, Tinariwen, Ryan Bingham, Crooked Still, Ricky Skaggs, et al. Despite this, I have a soulful connection to Bluegrass music. It is just in my blood and cannot help it. Continue reading
My younger sister and I took a road trip recently to attend a concert and these are just pictures from the road of my beautiful state that I love: Kentucky. We headed west to the Appalachia from Louisville. We stopped in Winchester at the local Waffle House where it was apparent that mohawks were not common… given the stares I got. Our waitress was not pleased to see us for some odd reason and had the lovely attitude of a sour and rotten apple. We smiled through it and she eventually warmed up a bit.
Heading out tomorrow for my dad’s farm in the hills of the Appalachia in Eastern Kentucky. It will be a great weekend as we are having the Sparks family reunion. My Mamaw was Olga Francis Sparks… the sweetest, funniest, and strongest woman I ever knew. She had been through hell and back and still smiled. She raised five boys on Bowen hill with little support or empathy from Papaw, as was the custom of those days. She did not come from a well-to-do family neither which kinda put her at the bottom of the barrel among some of the wealthier land owners. But, her charm and free spirit won over a lot of hearts…. even the coldest ones. I miss her and so happy to get to spend time with all her clan this weekend.