Any musical person who has never heard a Negro congregation under the spell of religious fervor sing these old songs has missed one of the most thrilling emotions which the human heart may experience.
My songs were always about the tone of voice rather than the words.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
My parents moved from ranch to ranch, valley to valley, town to town, but our roots in Fowler never really faded. For me, it’s a place of history, stories and songs, not just facts and figures.
I’m a serious aficionada of country music – Reba McEntire, Toby Keith, Montgomery Gentry. I’ve even written some songs. They haven’t done anything of mine yet. But it’s only a matter of time.
The songs certainly have not made my fortune, but I am still grateful for the royalties when they come in.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
I learnt early on that your audience take the songs in the way they want to rather than the way you might want them too.
You go through the Civil Rights struggle, everybody knew the songs – ‘We shall overcome.’ Everybody would sing it. Music helped us. James Brown, ‘Say It Loud – I’m Black and I’m Proud.’ They helped black people figure out how to navigate what was a very treacherous place in America for them.
At 93, so deep in dementia that she didn’t remember any details of her life, my mother somehow still knew songs.