As a country music song, “Take Me Home Country Roads” was originally created by the couple Bill and Taffy Danoff. They somehow planned to sell to another singer. Nevertheless, their friend John Denver liked it very much. Consequently, they three worked together overnight to come up with the final draft of the lyric; then they played the song together in a Washington D.C. music nightclub as the encore the next night, 22 December 1970. Surprisingly, they won a storm of five-minute unanimous ovation
and Promises,” one of the most successful albums of his career. The album featured the hit song; “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” which was released as a single in the spring of 1971. It reached number two on the Billboard Hot 100. The hit was written by John Denver, Taffy Nivert, and Bill Danooff, but was initially recorded by John Denver himself. John Denver’s hit song, “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” tells listeners about a man’s desire to go back to his hometown, which is in West Virginia. The
"Ring of Fire," I am met with a rich tapestry of culture, style, and regional influences that have firmly entrenched this piece in the annals of country music history. First and foremost, Cash's distinctive baritone voice takes center stage, weaving a tale of love's passionate grip and the tumultuous emotions it evokes. The song's style, rooted in classic country with a twist of mariachi flair, adds a layer of intrigue and uniqueness. The use of mariachi-style horns not only sets it apart sonically but
nature. Although relatively short-lived as a movement, transcendentalism's far-reaching societal teachings still resonate today, reflected in novels, plays, and most prominently, modern music. The song Country Roads by John Denver illustrates this idea very clearly. Ostensibly about a traveler heading home, Denver's famous song uses important transcendentalist concepts such as communing with nature, and disconnecting from society, and self reliance to added a spiritual element to the
Several kids from our church youth group had gathered at a home for a bonfire after the dance. While the road to home was only five miles, driving in the country has its hazards. With the air conditioner turned all the way up and music blasting, I began driving on a road that had taken me home hundreds of times. A green Jeep was slowly driving in front of me, causing my drive to take longer than I had hoped. Searching for things to keep me awake, I tried to memorize the Jeep’s license plate. Having
trail run though the pasture field that cross country runner take during their practices. Every day I see them run no matter what the weather condition is, if it raining ice block they will continue running. Keeping looking up I see a road with two story houses, one house is white with a clean lawn the other red with overgrown weed, which sit at the end of the road. Beyond that is trees and grassland the definition of country. To the east I see gravel road till you hit grass. The practice field that
So as I walk in a volunteer worker said hello and told me if I need help to go to him. I thanked him and walked to the first exhibit. It was a slow day at the museum so I could go anywhere I wanted and stare at them without feeling rushed. As I finished going through all of the exhibits I wanted to see them all again so I went around the the exhibits again. They made me feel calm because most of the paintings were of countrysides and roads. The colors the artists used made the viewer feel at peace
“Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to unwrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had” (Elizabeth Berg, The Year of Pleasures). In this novel, a woman takes a road trip to escape the pressures and hardships of life. I believe this quote is very true when it comes to taking a road trip. When I hear the words “road trip,” I automatically think of the new adventures I am going to experience. This leads to the question: How can road trips give
of living are getting worse, not better. I have spent time in underdeveloped countries such as Mexico and Afghanistan, but Nepal holds a unique fascination for me because of its unusual challenges. This paper briefly explores what I learned as I researched Nepal’s history and economy “Nepal is an unsuccessful country.” This was pragmatic Nepali industrialist Prabhakar Sumshere JB Rana’s assessment of his own country when he was interviewed in 2002 (Rana). In the intervening decade, many would
traced back to the ancient Incan people, Bolivia is a land of mystery and hidden secrets awaiting to be uncovered. A trip to Bolivia is a trip of a lifetime! Probably the most notable feature the country has is the Andes Mountain Range. The mountain chain makes up about 28% of the nation’s land, and is home to a few world records. In this area of Bolivia we find the nation’s capital, La Paz, which is the world
life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about. When I was seventeen years old and going into my senior year of high school I was given the opportunity to go on a trip to Spain with my school. It was a two week trip during the summer, visiting different cities and historical sites throughout the country. While we where there we went to see a Flamenco dance show in Seville which is about an hour
parents did not want me to give up. I tried again, but I was still afraid to fall down on the tar. Then I gave up trying to learn to ride a bicycle. Later on, I did not think about how to ride a bike, because I didn't need to learn how to ride a bike. During middle school, I was not involved with sports. I was not trying to go back to how to ride a bicycle. I did have to go to the PE class because I was required to take the course, and did some activities could keep me in some shape. While
The home is a place of familiarity and solace, an Eden, for all who are lucky enough to have a home. For those who are unlucky and live, willingly or not, without a home—jumping from place to place, in a sort of unending exile—there is no paradise like this in their lives. Vladimir Nabokov writes about those who have been exiled in his novels Lolita and Pale Fire. In Lolita Humbert Humbert is a European living in America with no permanent home and Lolita is a girl ripped away from her home by her
Journal Entry #1 There is so much going through my head. I am laying in the place I call home for possibly the last time ever. Well, hopefully I want everything to go well. I am about to start my journey on the silk road. Although I will truely miss home a lot it offers so much with such rich history. Ecbatana is an ancient city in Iran. Ecbatana is the capital of Media and is currently the summer residence of the Achaemenian kings and one of the residences of the Parthian kings. (“Ecbatana”)Which
everything to achieve the best life possible. But like everything in life, things begin to lose their luster. As seen in the film Revolutionary Road, this American dream is more of an idea of comfort. Quite relatable to a participation trophy, people are content with doing just enough to never leave their comfort zone. There isn’t much risk in owning a home in the suburbs with a wife, two kids, and a pet dog. Although, with a life like that you will often never experience the pain of catastrophic failure
The Spiritual Quest in On the Road A disillusioned youth roams the country without truly establishing himself in one of the many cities he falls in love with. In doing so, he manages with the thought or presence of his best friend. What is he searching for? While journeying on the road, Sal Paradise is not searching for a home, a job, or a wife. Instead, he longs for a mental utopia offered by Dean Moriarty. This object of his brotherly love grew up in the streets of America. Through the hardships
Introduction: At the end of July, I awoke to one of my best friends, Kelly calling me to ask if I wanted to road trip down to Louisiana with her and one of our other friends Isabel. As the one in the group whom had always been spontaneous, I wasn’t very surprised when Kelly noted that the trip would take place in just a few weeks and that we needed to book plane tickets that day for the trip. Moreover, Isabel attends Louisiana State University and needed to drive down to school, however she did not
hands were sweating and all eyes were on me, I felt a burning hole in my stomach. Who knew that day would change who I would become? A new period of my life began, one that I seemed prepared for, but which later lead my world to come crashing down. I had to begin all over. Everything I knew, nothing helped. In a classroom where I was supposed to feel secure and eager to learn, I felt empty, lost, invasive. Every day, I entered a room where no one understood me because we didn't speak the same language
A Tale of Three Pickup Trucks My life is best divided between three pickup trucks. In my earliest memories there was a green Dodge Dakota. It was the vehicle that brought me home from the hospital and the first to make the left turn from M66 to Penny Bridge Road. At that time it was my Dad, and a golden retriever named Earle. Early in the morning we would wake and travel to the Jordan Valley. With us: our fishing poles, worms, and the hopes of an opening day brook trout. Once we turned into the valley
monotonous pattern has been following me for the past 200 miles. The mile markers on the side of the road stand like a line of obedient soldiers at attention to mark my way toward freedom and salute me when I pass. Eventually they become somewhat invisible because the beauty of the background wins my competitive eye and draws me to its splendor. The copper-colored mountains mix with the purple base to form a contrast that compliments the sunset, and the road curves through the giant rocks as if God