When I think of patriotism, nostalgia for home and country, I think of bluegrass. I’m not the most educated about the genre, but I enjoy it immensely. It immediately brings me back to my childhood: of traveling through the South on family vacations, camping at KOA and little family-run campgrounds in the mountains and woods, Dollywood, the Smokies, the Blue Ridge.
Here are the first bluegrass perfomers—Russ and Becky Jeffers—I ever remember seeing, I believe at the (awful at the time–hopefully, it’s improved) Loretta Lynn Campground in Tennessee. I guess, even growing up in the thoroughly Midwestern Great Lakes region, I always had a bit of the South in my heart.
I also love the Everly Brothers and this bluegrass treatment of “Dream, Dream, Dream.”