Music Of the 50s and 60s Series – Country Music
This is the first in a series of blog I’m going to do dedicated to the music of the 50s and 60s. Please add your favorites.
I will be doing more blogs in this series. The next on will be Rock & Roll, Pop and R&B. Those are three separate genres, I know, but in the 50s and 60s they crossed over a lot of times.
For Hardcase:
I love this kind of blog….
And no secret password…even better….:)
I will be back to share…
This is one of my favorites…….
The Sexiest Woman in Country Music.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKZqrC97qAU&playnext=1&list=PL985CBFA9A1ECCD68
I was gonna say somethin really Rude here,. (But I wont) 😈
-I just don’t like Country Music… 😉
This was a hit in the UK in ’65
This is Acker Bilk – a great hit in the 60s – Acker used to live near me. He’s playing live here in ’88
I don’t know how old this is but I do know he’s an oldtimer…..and it’s a great song….
This has to be my favourite – hit in ’65
This blog was supposed to be all about country. If you don’t like it move on. I will be doing one on Rock & Roll, Pop and R&B in the next few days.
I love this song…:)
Wonderful blog…
Takes the mind off of other things…
Thank you…
Martha, while your music was of the era of 50s and 60s, they are not country. I’m sure that even in England you know what American country music is.
awesome blog, memoryes come back to mind. . .shows when you came on the scene. . This old house by who was it now, and Rosie Cloonie, she no country though. . Davie Crocket and Sonny James sure was, no Every Brothers, and can the 50’s be spoke of without Fats Domino’s tickling the keys bout finding his thrill on Blue Berry Hill. . much as we did . . . in ’97 the trip that blew my mind at walking in to the Green House Effects of the MUMSHOW . . . “””THIS, what the green house effects can be like. . .speak, of breathing in Peace “”””””””””””””” this top the next summer when A Golden Pheasant pluck and STRUT a Pink PETunia top of the Peak of Blue Berry Hill, at the foot of Whistler’s BlackCombe For the Big ChiefS Black Tusk. . . Lord knows where he was going with it, just looked proud as a Peacock
WHICH, has naturally Had us ZEnvision the Canada Goose Peace Keepers Award Would have a proud Golden Pheasant with a Pink PETuneA in its Beak on the Peak of BlueBerry Hilll statue. . ah, maybe it ought be no more than a painting. . .Twas a site to behold.
By the way, I do believe Conway’s “IT only make believe” was writ while he was playing here at the Flamingo, in my home town. where I still live, in honour of the knowledge we received when looking at life from nature’s and indeed, the cosmic sense of our reality . . .
now, you may say I am a dreamer. . . which well maybe so in your eyes. . and hey, who’d not . . . Ah yes, honours received for work done while having fun, Courtesy of Silver Fox and its been such a Duck Trip my friend. . . and just to prove what it like to get your head shook up by the borderlines of sanity drive home, by a Big Bang on your head. . .
Iat closing in on 71 and love remembering of how I happening read what I did, the day I was a Quarter of a year short of the 62’nd B day. like could it have slip . . for a first time ever for 5 days ere I read it. . . when alway so having looked forward to it. . .
what has this to with this blog. . I tell you my friend. . back bone of my story is the music which saw me through the trying years . . of which there have been many indeed. . . all because people are so flying in the face of their intuitive. . . that a happen when ya graduate from potty training to all I soon began to gag on, and loving life for letting it in one ear and out the other . . . nothing or rather. . . notting to stick to in our head. .
NO sir, I am not a dreamer. . I am a stark and stunning reality of a bitch of a chick with a smile on her face. . . it sure wasn’t one we could contain this evening. .
may the music and the magic SPArk off as it cannot help do and as such. . . hey man, when first the scars of war left us live in shock topped by our answering our own questions because we didn’t like any of the answers we got. . and now you say we are a dreamer. . . aint that one of Lennon’s songs? The gent who mere weeks our junior of whose death I learned when I woke up in the hospital for the second time of near bleeding to death , remember reading after being book in 11:38 on the clock. . and where I once. . ‘gan study religion . . . and in ALWAYS and ever looking at the big picture first . . it not about dismissing this or that piece. . . it is about fitting all the peacess in. . .
It is the music of the 50’s and 60’s which laid the foundation. . .and oops, what of all thems’ Jazzing up the blues with this Cajun touch o fire in the belly and. . .ah, best not go there . . .
and now we’re dancing in the shadows of our yesteryears, there’ no telling my friend . duly recorded . . with, the crowning touch
of this isn’t any humanity cause, this is a cosmic meltdown through the music we make the medicine sweeter than lips of honey
I may not have my wish come true of people seeding any playce they can from the coast of Turtle Island with hempseat, which tops the list of (near) all nutrient rich plants growing bout the face of earth
Like if Mother Theresa had wish a World day without hunger for Sept 10th of 2001. . Well we . . I thought got a world day without ever wanting see more violence . . .for some. . for real, for most, merely a show on t V.
Youth is the cosmic vitality coming into life, picking up on all that’s gone on ere they arrive on the seen, by cosmosis. . . sucking up the cosmic is as flows through time aborbing all and loving, how a few weeks ago, a gypsy fiddler walks in . . i’d met him once, oops twice before . . and when a fiddler, good as my friend lets another play, his instrument? Respect
he share last night. . . ah, hey , isn’t that what’s I’ve always got from the gents whose presence have grace my life?
through the music we make . . . much, as we never will. . . we have this autoharp sitting here
bought it with 700 of the 1000 $ I settled for having my teeth knocked out. . . from what I’ve read of Lady Voo and Cowgirl. . . . hey, I’d buckle up if eye was you, we chick o the world, gonna fry ya goose. . lest
ya worth dancing with
You can’t leave out the Big O himself. I believe he was considered country as well as a crossover to rock’n ‘roll. 8)