I grew up on the sound of 1970s Southern rock. Bands like Mountain, Canned Heat, and Three Dog Night weren’t just music to me — they were heroes. That raw, unpolished groove and the way those songs captured freedom and real life left a mark that never left me.
What shocks me now is this: I’ve written songs like Gotta Walk the Dog and Ain’t Got No Place to Go… and when I listen back, they sound like they could have come straight off a classic 70s Southern rock record.
I didn’t set out to copy that style — it just came out of me. And that’s what stuns me most. The very sound I revered as a kid is now flowing through my own songwriting, naturally and honestly.
It’s both humbling and surreal.
I’d love to hear from others — have you ever had that moment where the art you grew up revering suddenly shows up in your own work?
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Totally yes. I love those moments when I write something and suddenly I’m like “wait… this sounds like the stuff that used to wreck me emotionally.” surreal, but insanely satisfying.
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Elyen Noir, I understand the feeling very well.
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I'm living it right now Wyman.