As I’ve already reveled, Kenny Rogers was often heard around my house when I was young, but the main source of music, the music that has shaped my tastes the most is the music my father made.  He decided to learn guitar in his thirties, and practiced often.  The songs that stick in my memory are mostly sorrowful.  He sang Tom Dooley and Don’t Close Your Eyes, and I could hear the pain in his song.  He still plays, even performs in public now.  I think when he sings, he is at his most honest.  There aren’t many times I can remember him talking about the emotions that plague him, but when he sings, I hear what he can’t say.