As you can probably tell by now, I am a die-hard fan of the art of storytelling. Therefore, poetic, Folk music is in a class of its own. There is no other genre like it. It’s one of the purest and uninterrupted musical styles to date. You can hear the words of the music, and there’s often a lifelong lesson about living human life within its theme. Charismatic and comfortable in its packaging, Folk (traditionally) music makes us feel like we don’t have to try to fit in—unlike commercialism and other forms of pop culture.
In particular, the San Diego, California singer, The Little Miss’, ‘A Ride Along the Mountain Valley’ made me drift off to a fantastical space and time. The year is 1865. It feels familiar and fuzzy, but I’ve never been here. The brain has a funny way of doing that. Kind of like the lesson that the singer mentions in the song about it following you over mountain and sea until you learn what you’re supposed to learn. My family and I just finished supper. Just before the digestive process could begin, we travelled to the railway. We are going to the other end of America, through the mountains, to visit our grandparents. We hadn’t seen them for a while. We hope to see you there when we arrive.
Listen to the voice of the remarkable singer, Hayley Johnson, also known as The Little Miss. It is enchanting, polished and admirable. You may fall in love before the wind stops blowing in the background of the record.