Troubadours Of The Lost Highways

–The Troubadours Series - Part Five

The Troubadours

Troubadours have been around for as long as words have been written and music played.  In France, they were poets that sang their stories and traveled from city to city often with a group to perform, sing, dance, and entertain.  While it was a rather hard life, they had a following and were adored by many.

Troubadours nowadays are often a rugged breed, spending many days a year traveling the lost highways, playing in small bars a thousand miles from nowhere.  It is a life filled with song, bourbon, loneliness, and sleepless nights.  They will never get rich but in the end, it is about singing their songs

Troubadours have a quest for that lost chord, a note that breaks your heart, a sad song so powerful that it makes you question who you are.  You listen to them talk about their songs hoping to gain some sacred knowledge.  A truth untold to many yet whispered across the table in a bar near Shreveport or a late night in Austin, Texas.

Troubadours seem to have no secret song, nor a chord never played.  They have the wisdom of the roads traveled, hearts broken, songs and stories untold.  They are the roads they traveled, and on a good day maybe some new singer will buy one of their songs and sell a million copies in a few weeks.

It is a time when we see fewer Troubadours as each generation passes.  Someday we will not have the sad songs, the heartbreaking stories and no one will travel the lost highways.  Who will take their place as the Troubadours of old slowly fade away?  Perhaps one day we will walk into an old bar and see a road-weathered cowboy playing a six-string, telling stories about living life on the backroads and playing some roadhouse blues.  Maybe you will be the next hardcore Troubadour.

Life gifts us with poets, writers, storytellers, artists, and troubadours. They are the chosen few, a band of hardcore troubadours that travel the lost highways together. They sit and stare at the blank page at 3 a.m. in the morning waiting for the poem to awaken so that it may be unleashed. It will come, maybe not tonight but the poem and the poet will in time reveal its secrets.

When the night comes, we will all gather at the Writer’s Café, sharing our stories, writing sad songs, and putting to canvas the lost highway. Perhaps we might even find the shadow dancers and secret gardens of legend.

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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.