There are only two kinds of music: Good… and not-so-good. The music of Sunny Gable — created in the foothills of the San Juan Mountains, in southwest Colorado — is not only good, it’s contagious! And coincidentally, her new album, released earlier this month, is entitled: ‘Contagious’.
I’m gazing out my window watching the snow collect on the railing. Through the flocked ponderosa pines I barely make out the outline of Chimney Rock, down in the valley, the valley so low. The music I hear is transporting me way past that rock to a special place and time – until now ‒ lost in my fondest of memories.
My grandfather’s 1830 farm house comes to mind. Suddenly I’m sitting in front of the warm, crackling hearth listening to music on the radio. The music seems to echo through the Alleghenies and across the mighty Ohio River, in a place where I once belonged. And now, in my lonely room, Sunny’s captivating voice stirs something in my Scots-Irish soul.
Sunny Gable’s music is timeless and does what good music is supposed to do: move the listener. She plays a variety of instruments (all well) and sings her finely crafted songs with authority. Her music is called Americana – for lack of a better description – and is a delicious blend of soulful folk, a pinch of Bluegrass and a gallon of heartfelt lyrics.
A perfect musical stew for a snowy morning in the mountains.
The title song, “Contagious,” is as smooth as Appalachian honey. “I’ll Fly Away” is down home with delightful mandolin. The beautiful “Moonlight Symphony” boasts tasty guitar pickin’ with a blend of satisfying violin. Listening to “Movin’ On” made me me want to grab my wife and dance her around the bedroom.
You can learn more about Sunny at her website.
DC has been a frustrated musician for over fifty years, and now has decided to become a frustrated writer. Learn more at DCDuncan.com. He’ll keep you posted.