This photo from Vanity Fair hangs on my cork board..... in my bedroom. Zac indulged me and let me keep it there for a week.
“I love Country music.”
If I say this out loud, people usually hide a grimace and say with a weak tone of hope in their voice, ”You mean the good, old-fashioned, blue grass stuff like Hank Williams or Johnny Cash, right?”
“Ummmm, nope. I mean the new, poppy, totally brain-candy, arguably hill billy country.”
Then they usually look at my husband like, “I’m really sorry, I’m sure you can get help for this kind of thing.”
It gets worse too. My biggest infatuation right now is with a country singer who puts me in a crowd of fans that probably still plays with barbie dolls.
Sadly, I even like this one. Kind of a lot. Now I am embarrassed.
A month ago I learned she was coming to Seattle. With my mouse poised over the ”buy tickets now” button on her website, I paused. I sat back and envisioned myself in the crowd of screaming, sobbing 12 to 14 year old girls……. and I thought maybe a precious night of getting a baby sitter could be better spent. Ok, I’ll be honest. There was also the fact that I couldn’t find anyone who would go with me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not pround of my weakness for an almost universaly hated genre. I never play country music with the car windows rolled down. I shut my apartment door when it’s on, even if we need the breeze coming in. I RUN across the house, tripping over furniture, to turn it off if the phone rings.
I’m not sure how I turned out this way. I certainly don’t blame my parents. They did everything they could to stifle my hick habit. My dad particularly discouraged it, and I remember more than once when he came to me with a grave tone in his voice if he had found his car radio tuned to 92.9 FM after I drove it. His critiques of country artists went something like, “Whoever wrote this needs to be drawn, quartered and hung.”
So there you have it. I’m ready to own up to my poor taste. Maybe I’ll celebrate by getting a ticket to Taylor Swift after all. Any takers?
funny … I just found out who she was like 2 hours ago from Facebook.
heh, I remember liking Britney when she debuted. back then, I listened to country, too.
Oh yucky. Please, Zedek, not Britney! Anything but Britney.
I am on the exact same page, I won’t roll down the windows in may car when I listen to country music and I always, without fail, change the station before I turn the car off because that way no one will know…. but I guess they do now.