Country music will always have a special place in my heart.

This morning before I headed off to my Drama Workshop at University, I nonchalantly switched on a morning show on BBC called Breakfast. Just as I sat the remote down the presenters began interviewing two American artists who together make up the group The Civil Wars. As they were American, I stopped what I was doing to see if I recognized their music. It was at that moment the following video began playing:

I was hooked. I LOVED the song, and immediately scowered YouTube for the full video. I'm in the process of downloading their album. Just before they finished up their interview they quickly did an acoustic rendition of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean. It sounded absolutely amazing, so for your (and mine, obviously, ha!) viewing/listening pleasure I've found that on YouTube as well. 
I could happily listen to these two day in and day out. I love the "bluesiness" of their sound. Absolutely beautiful.

But hearing this sort of music on an English morning show really surprised me. Over the past 4 years of living in England, I haven't really got the chance to listen to Country music that often. It's not very popular, especially when you're living in the city where The Beatles were born. And to be perfectly honest, the older I get, the less I like of country music. I think I've kind of outgrown it, in that nowadays I have to be in a certain mood to really enjoy it. With that said, I know that until the day I die, Country music will always have a special place in my heart. Not just because it reminds me of my Vermont childhood, The Addison County Fair and Field Days, the 4th of July fireworks, or the 2 day long family road trips to Florida every year; but because it reminds me so much of my Daddy. As soon as I hear Country music, and by that I mean the old stuff, or the new stuff that sounds old, I immediately envision my Dad in the drivers seat of his old maroon work truck singing along to Garth Brooks, Clint Black or Loretta Lynn. One of my favorite memories with my Dad is still the time when I was little and he taught me how to waltz by whispering "quick quick, slow, slow" as  Conway Twitty Hello Darling played on the record player in our old family room. 
I'll never forget that. It's one of my favorite memories. And when I get back home I look forward to hugging my Dad close and sharing a dance while a slow country song plays. I still hope he whispers "quick quick, slow, slow" like when I was little.

Get better soon, Dad! 
I love and miss you xoxo


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