Tag: “i’ll fly away”
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Dad’s kind of music
My friends call it “Pickin’ and grinnin’.” I don’t pick, I just grin as I listen to the soothing sound of non-electric guitars, mandolins and harpsichords, playing mountain music. Listening to the gentle strumming and waltz-like rhythm, my tension drains away. I am amazed that I enjoy it. I the late ’60s when I was…