So less than ten minutes ago, I just enjoyed my first country music song.
[long pause to let that sink in to my own head.]
I really don’t like country music. I don’t mind the really really old stuff, or some of the older southern rock, but the newer country/pop style just isn’t my thing. Not only do I not like the sound very much, but I just don’t like the way it tries to tap into the spiritual side of people for effect. I hate it when one song on the album is about your mama and Jesus and your deep roots and knowing right from wrong and being a family man, and the next one on the album is about screwing around or being a badass in a barfight. I know it reflects the hypocrisy in all of us, but it never sits well with me. It’s like whatever’s deep in us we should be proud of or, more likely, whatever’s deep in us can be used to sell us something.
But today I turned the radio on and one of the (wife’s) presets is a country station up here is yankeeland. And you know, it was a good song. I have been breathing the stale northern air for so long that I had forgotten what the deep south tasted like.
And it was tasty.
I think just being this far away makes me more hungry for home, and less nitpicky.
And then they sang this line about Jesus and I got the tingles.
Dang.
