I wasn’t going to do a Music Monday post this week, but I just heard Charlie Daniels died. It continues to be a hell of a year. It would be enough to make a man get stoned in the morning and get drunk in the afternoon if he didn’t work for a living.
At least I can say I had the opportunity to see Charlie Daniels live. One of the best concerts I have ever been to. Daniels sawed on a fiddle so hot he would blow through a bow in a few songs. He’d flourish an old bow with broken horse-hairs sticking out all over the place and someone would run up from stage right with a fresh one.
My dad didn’t care for country, but you can call the Charlie Daniels Band southern rock too. Daniels is responsible for a lot of songs that make me think of my dad, a long-haired country boy himself in his younger days.