In the Carolina foothills words sit thick in the jaw. Vowels are long and flat, consonants rough, syllables sometimes inferred rather than enunciated. We shed our words slow, sometimes reconsidering them even as they slip from our lips. When I tell people I grew up in the rural South, one of the first things they ask is where my accent has gone. […]
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An article of my personal faith: it may be heresy to know the words and not sing them. […] For most of The Aughts I compiled my favorite songs onto CDs and gave them to a few friends as Christmas presents. My tastes skew sharply toward acoustic folk music so there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of anything that I like. A few of my people love it too, though, and they tend to be less diligent (obsessive) about finding the new stuff than I am. That’s where I come in. I claim no authority. These are just the songs that opened my eyes the widest from 2000–2009. Because I’d never stop if I didn’t impose some kind of limit, I have picked songs that fit on one CD (plus some honorable mentions). […] |
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"There are times I've wished I said all the folly in my heart and not the wisdom in my head." ~ A.J. Roach |
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