As a country girl both in spirit and music it always warms my heart to hear others wax poetic about a genre I adore. It is an even better treat to see someone write about the troubadour spirit of Tom T Hall. Tom is forever observer, rarely if ever, critic. His stories haunt us, as the trope goes, “great country is just three chords and the truth”. Tom T is about as good as anyone gets. He is a storyteller.
‘ I was much too far out all my life – And not waving but drowning’
‘Looking at the moon all col and wite and oansome. Lorna said to me, ‘You know Riddley there’s something in us it don’t have no name …. It’s looking out thru our eye hoals .. It’s all 1 girt thing bigger nor the worl and loan and oansome, Tremmering it is and feart.’ (Russell Hoban – ‘Riddley Walker’).
‘Life is just like that sometimes’. (Tom T Hall)
Armoured and fast in our self-absorption it is remarkably easy to walk through our lives in this world not seeing, not hearing, not feeling almost everything that’s happening all around us. We all have our own particular set of philosophical, cultural and emotional blinkers that help keep out or shield us from those elements of life we would rather not have to confront.
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