I first started to like country music when The Donny and Marie Show came on. I would sing along to Paper Roses as if I was the one on stage with Donny. I never really had a crush on Donny, and Marie wasn't my favorite but I wanted to be her singing on stage with Mr. Purple socks Donny.
Then along came Barbara Mandrell, Kenny Rogers, Crystal Gail and oh yea, Tanya Tucker to name a few. I never really liked the older twangy singers, or The Oakridge Boys ( Elvira, gitty up blah, blah, blah) and I definitely didn't like ( I'm a pickin, and I'm a grinnin) lame singers that performed on Hee Haw! I hate that show! When that show was on , I'm sure as a young child I begged to go to bed early!
Then Country music started figuring out the good stuff. I remember singing to Barbara Mandrell . I had her 8 track tape and I would crank it as loud as I could in my blue Volkeswagon Bug, with the windows rolled down. I didn't have an air conditioner! Country music was meant to be belted out and with passion. That damn song made me cry every time I heard it. Who knows why, teenage hormones I reckon. The song was , If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right. In 79 I was dating a really good guy so the lyrics didn't fit one bit , but I still cried, and cried, and sang it with passion. Maybe I was crying because I didn't have a bad boy boyfriend and deep inside I really wanted one. Who knows, anyways.....
Then came along the movie with Sissy Spacek in it. Coal Miners Daughter ( I was hooked). I loved that character and wanted to live her life, but to confuse matters more, Grease came out the same year and I wanted to be Sandy! My boyfriend didn't appreciate that Sandy changed for the worse to be like Danny. I guess the naughty girl in me kind of liked that she had. We didn't see eye to eye on that show. Bottom line my goal in life was to tour the country in butt tight black pants and red high heels singing country songs, swaying my pelvis back and forth, playing the guitar while I made out with John Travolta! It never happened.
I heard that if you're happy you hear the country song , but if you're sad you feel the lyrics.
Country music has to be the most romantic music in the world. But the devil has to be involved somehow. It forces you into believing that a man is just waiting to grab you up, throw you on the back of his horse and ride off into the sunset and you will be happy forever never once falling off the back. ( That's devil evidence # 1...). It doesn't happen happen that way.
It tempts you to walk down the street with a can of kerosene because somebody pissed you off ! You can't be doing that. (Devil evidence #2) .
It encourages you to argue, walk out slamming your cute little porch screen door on your farm house , walk down the dirt path in your Daisy Dukes and cowboy boots while your handsome, strong, hard working lover with his cowboy shirt unsnapped half way runs after you, begging you to stay, aggressively carries you home where you have passionate , hot unbridled cowboy/cowgirl sex and are happy forever. ( Devil Evidence #3) No Way, No How, Not going to happen!
Country music plays emotional games in your head. I bet 90 % of embarrased, foolish people are that way because they listened to a country song that sent little voices in their brains that told them to suddenly kiss someone, punch someone, ride a mechanical bull or wear Daisy Dukes when clearly you shouldn't. (Devil Evidence # 4)
You never see fans of Rap bawling their eyes out or saying " this is our song" just to break up 10 minutes later. Maybe it's because you're trying so hard to figure out what the crap it's saying and cringing each time they drop the F. Bomb.
Me, I need to stay away from the country songs. It either makes me want to kiss on someone that I don't even know or kick someone with my spurs. It makes me want to own a horse (oh yea, I had a horse once , it died quickly) Poor Fireball, I never even got to ride you.
Urban Cowboy is one of my favorite movies, along with Hope Floats , Coal Miners Daughter , Grease, An Officer and A Gentleman and of course The Notebook! I kind of see a pattern here. Did I mention that I hated Hee Haw? Urban Cowboy is another one of those movies that could FORCE you into doing bad things!
So, the bottom line is this, I basically have two choices of music that I can listen to while trying to get to sleep. Listening to Taylor Swift sing "That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale, blah, blah, blah something about a white horse" Yada, Yada, Yada
I could get to sleep listening to Tupac singing ....
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal to brothers.
Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.
I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere
Hmmmm, I think I'm sticking to Country , tears and all! Good Night ;)