Country music. People generally hate it or love it. I think there are very few people who are ambivalent about it. Well, I guess there are the pop-country lovers. You know, the people who only like artists like Taylor Swift and Rascal Flatts.
How did I become a country fan? Somebody could write a pretty good country song out of the story actually.
My senior year of high school I had the biggest crush on this boy that sat in one of my classes. I mean, he would read the bible in class while everyone else was chattering about silly high school issues. My heart melted.
In an effort to have more in common with said boy, I began to listen to country music. (His myspace page indicated he was a fan...I guess I've been a social network stalker from an early age.)
I would listen to country music, until it got to the point that I began to recognize certain artists.
With time, my obsession with this boy faded away. But my obsession for country music did not fade. If anything, it has grown stronger. The boy couldn't keep my heart, but the music did.
Why is country music so appealing?
It is America's music. I love the United States, so it seems natural for me to adore music that identifies this country's origins.
Country music is real. It tells people's stories. It celebrates life and the little things about life that we sometimes take for granted. It isn't pretentious. It's hard to be pretentious with banjos in the background. It's honest.
Usually, country music is pretty clean, at least in comparison to other genres. It also often has religious themes.
You can sing along to it. I love anything you can sing to.
The lyrics can be hilarious.
Sometimes you hear a song on the radio that sounds like some old man, back-woods hillbilly is singing it, only to discover that it is actually someone quite attractive.
The break up songs are some of the best.
What would this ode to country music be without a playlist?
Darius Rucker
Phil Vassar
Sara Evans
There's too many good choices.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I am super bored. I've been meaning to be the caliber of blogger I used to be, but life has been so busy lately. But since I have time waiting for my class to start, let me give you a re-cap of my day.
5:00-ish am: My alarm goes off. Nope. I am going back to sleep. Let's forget getting ready for the day. I'd rather just roll out of bed in an hour and savor the extra sleep.
6:00-ish am Throw everything into my suitcase, throw on some clothes and head off to the airport.
8:00-ish am Fly. I hate flying.
Let's forget this whole time format. Anyways, continuing the story...
I get into Salt Lake City and figure out that the work meeting I thought I had with Dean Magleby actually isn't today. Sweet. I'll just spend the day in Salt Lake.
So I drive around... going about 1 MPH anytime I see rail road tracks (That's another story, rail road tracks scare me) And go figure, SL city is FULL of railroad tracks. Somehow, I end up in the sketchiest part of town, driving down this "back ally" type street, when I see a homeless looking guy running around in the middle of the street. Is he dancing? Does he want me to give him a ride? Is he just crazy? Is he just being spontaneous? I have no idea, although my hunch is that he was a hitch-hiker. I was worried he wouldn't let me through. Who am I kidding? I'm in a car? Of course I'm going to win this battle. Needless to say, I got through without an incident.
THEN...I'm driving down State Street. When this guy pulls up next to me and waves. He seems genuinely friendly, and not too creepy. At first the wave threw me off, but then I realized, hey, it's Utah, and it's fun to see friendly people. So I wave back, thinking how nice it is to still see happy friendly people. At the next light he gets me to roll down my window, and wants me to call him on his cell-phone. So I did.
Actually, no. I didn't. Did I get you on that one? I just drove off. Maybe it's just me, but that was the point where friendly crosses over into creepy.
Anyway. I finally find parking in Salt Lake. Did I mention it's snowing? Yup. And I'm wearing flip flops. So I trudge through the puddles up to the BYU Salt Lake Center, where I go to get a parking pass. But guess what? They want to take a new photo ID. Great. Such a good day to decide to skip the shower and makeup in favor of sleep. Oh well, what the heck. I'd rather have a parking pass than a pretty photo ID.
Ok. Done with that. It's the first day of classes, so I might as well make an effort to actually get ready for the day now. Good thing I'm running out of makeup right? Ok. Off to find a make-up store. Since when did Salt Lake get so many homeless people? This endeavor ends up being a fail. Finally I just give up and decide to salvage the remnants of whatever is left in my makeup case and deal with the consequences.
So that's that! My day in Salt Lake. I've been sitting here at BYU Salt Lake for like 4+ hours cause my class isn't until 7:30. I got some work done.
P.S.
I saw a T-Shirt similar to THIS one for sale. Oh Salt Lake City. What an adventure.
http://www.sundaydriveshirts.com/product.php?productid=16151&cat=0&bestseller=Y
5:00-ish am: My alarm goes off. Nope. I am going back to sleep. Let's forget getting ready for the day. I'd rather just roll out of bed in an hour and savor the extra sleep.
6:00-ish am Throw everything into my suitcase, throw on some clothes and head off to the airport.
8:00-ish am Fly. I hate flying.
Let's forget this whole time format. Anyways, continuing the story...
I get into Salt Lake City and figure out that the work meeting I thought I had with Dean Magleby actually isn't today. Sweet. I'll just spend the day in Salt Lake.
So I drive around... going about 1 MPH anytime I see rail road tracks (That's another story, rail road tracks scare me) And go figure, SL city is FULL of railroad tracks. Somehow, I end up in the sketchiest part of town, driving down this "back ally" type street, when I see a homeless looking guy running around in the middle of the street. Is he dancing? Does he want me to give him a ride? Is he just crazy? Is he just being spontaneous? I have no idea, although my hunch is that he was a hitch-hiker. I was worried he wouldn't let me through. Who am I kidding? I'm in a car? Of course I'm going to win this battle. Needless to say, I got through without an incident.
THEN...I'm driving down State Street. When this guy pulls up next to me and waves. He seems genuinely friendly, and not too creepy. At first the wave threw me off, but then I realized, hey, it's Utah, and it's fun to see friendly people. So I wave back, thinking how nice it is to still see happy friendly people. At the next light he gets me to roll down my window, and wants me to call him on his cell-phone. So I did.
Actually, no. I didn't. Did I get you on that one? I just drove off. Maybe it's just me, but that was the point where friendly crosses over into creepy.
Anyway. I finally find parking in Salt Lake. Did I mention it's snowing? Yup. And I'm wearing flip flops. So I trudge through the puddles up to the BYU Salt Lake Center, where I go to get a parking pass. But guess what? They want to take a new photo ID. Great. Such a good day to decide to skip the shower and makeup in favor of sleep. Oh well, what the heck. I'd rather have a parking pass than a pretty photo ID.
Ok. Done with that. It's the first day of classes, so I might as well make an effort to actually get ready for the day now. Good thing I'm running out of makeup right? Ok. Off to find a make-up store. Since when did Salt Lake get so many homeless people? This endeavor ends up being a fail. Finally I just give up and decide to salvage the remnants of whatever is left in my makeup case and deal with the consequences.
So that's that! My day in Salt Lake. I've been sitting here at BYU Salt Lake for like 4+ hours cause my class isn't until 7:30. I got some work done.
P.S.
I saw a T-Shirt similar to THIS one for sale. Oh Salt Lake City. What an adventure.
http://www.sundaydriveshirts.com/product.php?productid=16151&cat=0&bestseller=Y
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