I’m sitting here, tuned into the local C&W station, trying to keep from going fucking crazy. This music is sooo bad, but I’m waiting to hear my boss do his live radio spot for a charity whiz-bang we did recently.
The only time this new top 40 country music sounds good is after several stiff drinks.
Pappy had a close call last spring,
He almost wasn’t with us this year.
Got supper in the oven, a good woman’s lovin’
Blah, blah, blah.
Lord, just kill me now.
Give me some Merle or some George Jones, or some Willie, but please not this new country shit. It doesn’t help that most of the listening public who favor the top 40 country station are obvious Red staters who probably drive around with their legally concealed handgun in the glovebox; because if God didn’t mean for us to own handguns, he wouldn’t have put it in the Constitution to begin with, don’tcha know.
Maybe I’m feeling peevish because our clueless leader, The Worst President Ever, was in town yesterday, eating buscuits and fucking up traffic. Seems like a great disturbance in the force was afoot all day, and it was all I could do to get through it.
So, are you ready for some more thought provoking lyrics? I believe I heard a “hell yeah” out there in the crowd…
Well I still remember
You came by my trailer
With chicken and some homemade wine
The dogs got to barkin’
When we got the sparkin’
We almost set the house on fire
Bravo, Keith Urban, bravo. OK, you’re hot so I’ll cut you some slack pretty boy. Besides, you’re from down under which is OK with me. I wonder, do they have hillbillies in New Zealand?