buffalo springfield | "expecting to fly" | retrospective | 1969
after i graduated high school i spent the next 9 months painting, reading, and working to save money for my mission. and the delving into everything long-haired and bearded continued.
another genre that remained anathema to me was country music. i suffered through so much garth brooks upon moving to utah that the mere sight of mullets, buckles and boots caused dyspepsia. but the hippies crossed that barrier 25 years earlier and would bring me across too. of course, they weren’t listening to shania and garth. they crossed over into johnny cash, merle haggard, and some decent american traditions.
i was listening to retrospective one day and my mom said something about country music. my first reaction was to be insulted that she would think i would voluntarily listen to such trash. my second thought was, “oh yeah. it does sound kind of like....”
[image: mount timpanogos]
