Monday, February 25, 2013

Country Music

I have a confession to make. I'm starting here because while I did a half-confession to a friend of mine, I'm not ready to tell the world yet.

I like country music.

Or I'm getting there. This pains me for two reasons. 1) I swore I would never like country music and 2) this means someone gets to tell me "I told you so." I am blaming this transformation on Hunter Hayes.


I've been a fan of the crossover artists. The artists who have made it onto top 40 radio - Carrie Underwood, Lady A, Sugarland. Their songs hit the radio and I find myself digging them. They get squished in amongst Pink, The Lumineers, and whoever Timbaland has pimped himself out to for the month. I slowly learn the lyrics and then end up eventually acquiring their single or even the whole album.  

The "I told you so" person is someone who was in my life a mere few months, but the one statement that struck with me besides "I don't understand how guys get woman" is "one day you'll grow up and find you like country music."

He insisted with age would come an appreciation for country music. I might have snorted my disagreement at him. He was also a seafood specialist and insisted I would like seafood.  I hate seafood.  If I ever have the pleasure of running into him again, he can have the pleasure of telling me "I told you so." 

I'll turn Carrie Underwood up and ignore him.




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