Man, It's a Hot One

If you've been in Northeastern Oklahoma for the last week you know we're in the midst of blazing summer. 101 in the shade, as they say, and humid enough to cause condensation on those windows of folks who are lucky enough to have air conditioning. I saw an ambulance in front of a house down the street that only has window air units and I wasn't surprised.

It makes me think of the most ancient United States folk music, the stuff from way up in the mountains. Appalachia is home to the most wailing, honest, raw, and real music you'll find in these 50 states. The closest I've ever come in person is a hillbilly gathering that went on late into the evening, with mama finally being coaxed into singing "Summertime" to the deep satisfaction of everyone in the little house - every age, every class, every gender, didn't matter. Everyone loved the music.

Here's one that'll give you a feel for it: "Red Rocking Chair"