My daughter, Rachel, and I saw James Taylor in concert yesterday evening. This was my sixth JT concert over the past 26 years, Rachel’s first. I can truly say he never disappoints. His songs are timeless and his sound seems to grow stronger and warmer with age-kind, genuine, personal.
Listening to his songs has a way of lifting my spirits. Obviously, he did not write any of them for me. 😉 Yet, particular ones remind me of specific times and places from my own life. Country Road immediately comes to mind. Hearing it again last evening…beautiful.
I guess my feet know where they want me to go
Walking on a country road
Just the thought of this song makes me smile. Hearing it live and in person transports me back to my childhood. Riding my bike and going for walks down our country road. Always with the specific instructions, “Do not go past the red clay hill!”
This winding road from my parents’ house to the highway is only about ¼ of a mile long. As a kid, however, it seemed much longer, mysterious. Thick forest on each side of the pavement made for limited visibility. Any rustle in the leaves had the power to trigger our wild imaginations. Although there have been rare sightings of bears and big cats in the past, I’m certain most of our unexplained noises came from birds and lizards.
I walked down that road many times for many reasons. Playing with my cousins, getting some fresh air, eating too much Thanksgiving dinner, spending time with a special aunt or a friend. Walking, talking, running, riding…a foundational place in my growing up.
Some things have changed over the years. The forest thinned. A few houses now scattered in the woods, visible through the trees. No more red clay hill. Yet, there continues to be something special about taking a walk down that road.
Memories may fade over time. Great songwriters have the power to bring those memories back to life. Singer/songwriters like James Taylor. Songs like Country Road. Take a listen. https://youtu.be/2Dsph5uikX0