Country music is three chords and the truth. -Harlan Howard
My dad was a musician, so I grew up surrounded by music, all
kinds of music that is indelibly etched in my memories. I still remember the day in Spring of 1957 when I first heard
Donnie Bowshier's Stone Heart on the radio. I was at my girlfriend's
house, and we were dancing to songs on the radio - practicing our dance moves
for a local dance at the Legion Hall that evening. My dad belonged to the
American Legion, and one of their community services was to host
dances for kids on Saturday evenings. Granted, my friends and I were only
nine at the time, but we fancied ourselves as sophisticated dancers and went to
every dance we could. We danced along side the jr. high and high school
students trying to mimic their oh-so-cool moves.
