Where do you find music?

I don't mean Google. Or my favorite site www.savingcountrymusic.com Or God fobid, the radio.

I ask that question in a matter of what speaks to you. We hear music every where. We hear it in commercials and movie trailers. We hear it blasting from the windows of passing cars. We hear it in our heads and we hear it in our heart. So how does one decide that a particular song or artists speaks to them? When does your taste change? What is it about a certain lyric that gives you goosebumps? What makes a tear roll down your cheek when you really think about what's being sang.

Well that's what I'd like to figure out. That's why I'm starting this blog. In the last few years, my obsession with music has grown exponentially. Maybe it was hanging out with musicians and being encouraged to write my own songs; or maybe it's the age that I've reached. Either way, I've been looking for those songs that speak to me. I don't take those tunes lightly. When you use someone else's words as a substitute for your lack of the, you better show some respect.

I think a lot about my favorite song writers. Folks like Robert Earl Keen, Bruce Springsteen, Kris Kristofferson, John Moreland, Jason Isbell, Hayes Carll and so many more. And I wonder what it is about their words that ring so true to me. Once upon a time, I was something of a metal head. It might have been teen angst, but at the time, those fellas spoke to me. Later I found myself listening to a lot of breezy surf music. Again, something about Jack Johnson and Donavon Frankenreiter seemed right at the time. But as I near 35 this year, I find solace and comfort in these titans of Red Dirt and Americana.

I named this blog Music Ramble for two reasons. One, after the great Levon Helm's Midnight Ramble. And two, because I tend to ramble and prattle on when it comes to music talk.

If you're like me and want to join me on such a quest, bookmark this page and check back with me from time to time. There is a lot that I want to say, but much more I want to share.

Until that song gets stuck in your head,

                                                       Matt