I have made no secret of the fact that I used to loathe country music. I found it too twangy, too drunken, too two-timey, too reminiscent of my Cootervillian boyfriend who used to take me to monster truck rallies for Valentine’s Day.
But the year I turned 30, all that changed. My best friend convinced me to give it a chance. I found most of the newer stuff to be clean, often uplifting, frequently poignant, and, some of it, downright hilarious. There is still some twang that I’m not particularly fond of, some drunken nonsense that I don’t care for, but overall? I like it.
Well, I’ve liked it. After the song I just heard I may have to start listening to that Justin Bieber kid or something.
So that my sensibilities aren’t offended alone, I bring you the new most horrible (though unfortunately catchy) song I’ve ever heard:
What is it about this song I hate? Other than the mental image? Maybe the monster truck rally flashbacks???
Eeek. Eeeek. Must go scrub brain with some Harry Connick, Jr.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt doubts you listen to this stuff.