The Sound of My Childhood
The other night I was scrolling through the cable TV guide and saw the move Walk the Line on a movie channel. When the movie first came out of theaters I had seen it. Being the daughter of an avid Johnny Cash fan, I felt it my duty to my deceased father. He would have loved that movie.
I was happy to have joined the movie before it was half over, but well past the beginning depicting the childhood tragedy of Johnny losing his brother to a terrible table saw accident. I'm perfectly content to have seen that once. That was enough for me.
That movie, while a biography wrapped around a love story, holds the soundtrack of my childhood. The Tenneesee Three strumming a rhythm guitar and that bass line, THAT is the sound of my childhood. It brings back so many memories for me of my dad putting on his cowboy hat, picking up a guitar and playing his Johnny Cash albums.
This afternoon, while driving to a listing appointment about thirty minutes away, I found the Johnny Cash tunes I had downloaded after first seeing Walk the Line. I still know a lot of the lyrics to those songs my father would play on Friday and Saturday nights in our living room. That unmistakeable Johnny Cash rhythm still brings me back to those childhood days. Simpler times for sure.