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Feb. 27th, 2010 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
roll_soulYou hear all sorts of things that evoke childhood for several people. The sound of a bike bell ringing, or that scent of library paste on construction paper. For me, the strongest reminder of my olden days is the sound of a banjo.
For those unaware I've been in Durham, North Carolina all my life. And for all my talk that I'd love to live in the thick of the city, somewhere deep in my core I know I wouldn't mind living on that hazy grey line between the suburbs and the country. I grew up in an area nearly like that- if you followed the private road I lived on you'd hit a secondary road not far away. Turning left on that road would take you straight towards downtown Durham, and the hustle and bustle (or as much hustle and bustle as downtown passed for back then) of the city. But if you turned right, you'd pass a few more neighborhood streets and then you'd start hitting country. Maybe not the "open sprawl" of most country, especially down South here, but it was certainly less developed. And there was also the Eno River State Park, which is where the banjo comes in.
See, every year going farther back than I can remember, the Eno River Association has been running the Festival for the Eno in July. It's wholly a cultural charity event, showcasing local talent of all shapes and sizes. This includes music, and in that music are the sounds of bluegrass and folk. I've been attending the festival ever since my neck could support my head under its own power, and with no less than three stages playing music the whole time, I have no doubt that it's deeply ingrained into my very being. The fact that here, even in the middle(-ish) of winter banjo music can make me smell freshly cut grass, feel the summer sun, and wish for a home out somewhere that I can grow my own huge garden with my own effort and sweat, is testament to that.
This song is the one I list in my Current Music. And that song, more than any other, brings back my childhood for me.
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One of these days I'm going to write down my different OCD tendencies and the like, not only because when I'm actually able to get tested it will help greatly, but because the fact that a legit reason to make a list is cheering to me.
...Which would be another thing for the list. XD
My cell phone isn't showing pop-up messages that texts have been received or sent. Last time this happened I stopped getting messages altogether, but maybe I just need to clean out the inbox or something :\ I'll do that later after work tonight
For those unaware I've been in Durham, North Carolina all my life. And for all my talk that I'd love to live in the thick of the city, somewhere deep in my core I know I wouldn't mind living on that hazy grey line between the suburbs and the country. I grew up in an area nearly like that- if you followed the private road I lived on you'd hit a secondary road not far away. Turning left on that road would take you straight towards downtown Durham, and the hustle and bustle (or as much hustle and bustle as downtown passed for back then) of the city. But if you turned right, you'd pass a few more neighborhood streets and then you'd start hitting country. Maybe not the "open sprawl" of most country, especially down South here, but it was certainly less developed. And there was also the Eno River State Park, which is where the banjo comes in.
See, every year going farther back than I can remember, the Eno River Association has been running the Festival for the Eno in July. It's wholly a cultural charity event, showcasing local talent of all shapes and sizes. This includes music, and in that music are the sounds of bluegrass and folk. I've been attending the festival ever since my neck could support my head under its own power, and with no less than three stages playing music the whole time, I have no doubt that it's deeply ingrained into my very being. The fact that here, even in the middle(-ish) of winter banjo music can make me smell freshly cut grass, feel the summer sun, and wish for a home out somewhere that I can grow my own huge garden with my own effort and sweat, is testament to that.
This song is the one I list in my Current Music. And that song, more than any other, brings back my childhood for me.
---
One of these days I'm going to write down my different OCD tendencies and the like, not only because when I'm actually able to get tested it will help greatly, but because the fact that a legit reason to make a list is cheering to me.
...Which would be another thing for the list. XD
My cell phone isn't showing pop-up messages that texts have been received or sent. Last time this happened I stopped getting messages altogether, but maybe I just need to clean out the inbox or something :\ I'll do that later after work tonight
