When I first started my Spotlight on Music in Appalachia-I knew gospel music should be part of it. For weeks I've tried to wrap my mind around the importance gospel music has played-and continues to play in Appalachia. It's like something I feel deep inside but once I try to put my feelings to words-they fall flat. Either sounding like a crazed religious fanatic or like I'm belittling the very people I'm one of.
I'm not really talking about it in monetary terms or even about successful performers-although a huge majority of country and bluegrass stars got their start singing in church. I'm thinking more about how it relates to people's everyday lives. I can only speak from personal experiences-but I feel strongly that my thoughts about the relationship that exists between faith, gospel music, and Appalachia would be shared by most who have grown up attending a church in Appalachia.
I'm a snob when it comes to modern praise music. I just can't seem to lay aside the old hymns nor any of the songs of faith that I grew up with for the rocking praise anthems of today. I realize the words are what matter-but somehow the songs cannot move me the way the old ones do. A local pastor once reminded me, in the past, Hymns were thought to be too modern for the church too.
My first exposure to music as a child-even as a babe still in Granny's arms-was to gospel music. It seems The Louvin Brother's songs were the background music to my childhood. Sad warning songs like-Praying, The Kneeling Drunkard's Plea, Satan Is Real, The Great Atomic Power and happier ones like-Love Thy Neighbor, The River of Jordan (my favorite!), and Born Again were often heard around Granny and Pap's.
Even as a young child-I remember being astounded at the power of songs of faith. There's a palatable feeling that occurs when folks gather to lift their voice in worship-and if you've never felt it-I suggest you slip in the door of one of those little old churches scattered through out the Appalachian Mountains-sit down on the back row as the choir sings and see if you don't feel it too.
My friend, Sharon, and I shared a special bond when we were kids. We were in the same classroom at school-and we went to the same church. We both liked the singing more than the preaching-as most kids are likely to do. We knew the page number to all our favorite songs-and we'd anxiously wait to see if the song leader called out one of our favorites. Down On My Knees written by Mosie Lister, The Prettiest Flowes Will Be Blooming by Albert E. Brumley, I Want To Know More About My Lord by Lee Roy Abernathy, and Are You Washed In The Blood by Rev. E.A. Hoffman were a few of the fast upbeat songs we liked. But both of us had a love for the more lonesome gospel songs too like- Lord I'm Coming Home by William J. Kirkpatrick, Almost Persuaded by P.P. Bliss, Oh Why Not Tonight by J. Calvin Bushey, and Take My Hand Precious Lord by Rev. Thomas A. Dorsey.
The lyrics of those old gospel songs I grew up with lend themselves to the culture of Appalachia-not that they all were written here-most were not. But the strong recurring themes of God, Jesus, love, the cross, faith, death, blood, hell, rivers, long roads, toiling, snares, mountains, lights, rejoicing, happiness, joy, better times to come, dark valleys, and loved ones calling come-fit perfectly in the mindset of most folks born and raised in Appalachia. I would go so far as to say the manner in which they were written-the words used-strike a chord with the language of Appalachia. Maybe in the same way the isolated nature of the Appalachia region played a role in the continuity of our dialect-it also aided in folks holding on to the hymns and sacred songs of our past.
Here's one of my favorite old gospel songs. (don't forget to stop the player in the top right of this page before you start the video) What A Savior written by Marvin P. Dalton in 1948.
I hope you enjoyed Paul and Pap-and if you click on any of the songs I mentioned above-you can hear them for yourselves too.
At the end of the next few posts-I'll continue to share a few of my favorite gospel songs-and I hope you'll be thinking of some of your favorites to tell me about along the way.
Perhaps if I could find the words to explain the humbleness of gentle mountain men, women, and children coming together to sing in worship to their God you could understand the importance of gospel music in Appalachia-but I kinda feel like I'm a day late and a dollar short. The following story is a good example of what I'm trying to say:
2 old matriarchs stand out from the church of my youth. One of them walked to church-as I look back it seems too far a piece for an old lady to walk. But she did. She spent her last years in the local nursing home. She seldom knew her family members-not even her own children. But any time the home had someone come in to play the piano she'd sit right there and sing every word of every old gospel song they played. She didn't know her children-but those songs of faith that guided her through her long long life were still there for her to call upon when she reached the last mile of her way.
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