As my journey down the two lane dusty road called country music continues, I stumbled upon this gem below. And my mama always taught me not to be rude by ignoring a question when I’m asked. Even if you do, ya know, rhyme “looking” with… “looking”. . So, Mr. Shelton, I’ve nicely narrowed my succinct reply to what you’ll see below. Who I am when you’re not looking. Enjoy. I.. Read More
If I wrote an ode to my hometown, country style….
Despite ruining country music for myself, I keep trying to branch out and enjoy new songs within the genre. Ones my brain’s not yet marred by turning unassuming love songs into cannibalism campfire stories. But, unfortunately, creativity is a rapidly evolving autoimmune disorder. No sooner do I find something new and sweet and enjoyable like that song “Dirt” by that one group, and suddenly all I’m thinking about as I.. Read More
Ruined via review: The country music mashup revisited.
Any time I find anything I enjoy, I have to ruin it for myself. Some call this a “self sabotage” tendency.That might be right. But I prefer to see it as the radioactively glowing trophy you’re awarded for making your career a creative one. Part of having to do anything creative is being willing to pick shit apart. The unfortunate side effect is that – when you do this for.. Read More