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The night was cold as Dawson
To June This Morning
Then dawned a short, white day
The brave sun rose, lightning hot
Then laughing, climbed its way
The lake with fog was shrouded
Grandfather East Wind blew
The mist froze on the tree limbs
And I rose ahead of you
Then I made the morning coffee
And your feet [upon] the stair
You said good morning to me
And I sat beside you there
Johnny Cash – 7AM, June 4th, 1970
There’s a new playlist in the Pugglebrook studio!
Folk and bluegrass music is far more than melodies and rhythm; the lyricists are truly gifted writers and dream weavers. You won’t find better campfire spooning stories than those in the deep haunts of these traditional music genres. It is my pleasure to introduce a handful of modern folk favourites here.
HI FOLKSY is filled with fireflies, wildflowers, dusty roads, banjos and poets. This one is for the barefoot storytellers! If you like your yarns spun to music, the harmonies and lyrics in these ballads are the perfect pairing to moonlight (and moonshine).
And before you go, take a fresh look at WELL WORN PATH, which just had a huge makeover! You might say it’s completely transformed! New songs, more songs, and an even deeper connection to that feeling of taking – or longing for – the road back home. It’s a beauty, and I hope you’ll give it another listen.
For Further Thought
- Whilst we usually know the performers (singers, musicians) of songs, we often overlook the lyricists (people who write the words for music).
- Hearing a story or idea told to music (songs, opera, musical theatre) amplifies our ability to retain the information and recount it later to others.
- Time to challenge your noggin! Can you recall a song you learned very early in your life? When you think back on that song, are you surprised by the other memories connected to it?
