Why I love Willie Nelson

I think I'll always love Willie Nelson. I don't hear him all that much; I don't watch country music television...I'm not even a country music fan. I do have some of his music on my puter, though, and on a few CD's lying around.

There is just something about Willie. He makes me feel peaceful and he makes me remember the old days and he makes me think of family.

A friend of the family once told me that he'd seen Willie hitchhiking in Southern Ohio, and had picked him up, a long, long time ago. Maybe Willie had crossed over from Kentucky, or was coming from West Virginia, both of which were near. I never knew if that were true or not, but he told me that story probably twenty five years ago when I was a kid, and had said that it'd happened many years before he'd mentioned it to me. So, it's always seemed to me like Willie has always been part of my life, in some way. Whether it was my brothers and cousins playing his music around the bonfire, drinking beer and whatever else it was they did then, all those years ago, or me seeing him on Monk; from then to now, there's always been Willie.

And I do like to listen to his music, and as I've just been thinking about him, maybe I'll listen to him tonight while I write. I know, I know, I said I was taking the day off, but you see that I have to write one way or another so I really should work toward finishing my book rather than blogging at every available opportunity. ;)

I love those pictures of him, the ones that are sepia toned or black and white and his face is so full of character.
I think he was born in the wrong era.

Willie's music makes me feel lonesome and homesick and blue. And I love his look, his braid, his voice, and the way he looks familiar and good and kind and down to earth. I don't know him, so I don't know if he's any of those things, but I feel like I do know him. And in my mind, that's how he is. A special, talented, one of a kind man.

:)