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You can take the girl out of Georgia, but...

Jun 2, 2014

We've all been through a country music phase, right? But it's a phase, because eventually pop takes over your life, and you might even get really into the indie scene, or, if you're super duper fly like I was, underground hip hop. Oh yeah.

But, once you begin working, you just don't have time to keep up with music that's not pumped into your ears by iHeartRadio -- quite the ironic title of a company that basically annihilates the purpose of radio broadcasting by choosing 15 songs a quarter and playing them on a loop, rendering DJs pointless and forcing the artists to add in that 808 and brainwashing us plebeians to believe we enjoy the sellout sounds of Pharrell.

(I worked for my college radio station, WRAS 88.5 FM, so I can get a *tad* worked up on this subject. Stopping now.)

And then, one summer evening, you may find yourself singing karaoke with friends and take over Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" when your friend chickens out then remember that the very best karaoke song for a Georgia girl is Alan Jackson's "Chattahoochee", and, as you belt out "it gets hotter than a hoochee coochie," you may wax nostalgic about the simpler days of your life, when you could hit all the notes, understand all the lyrics, and every song was a crowd pleaser, because they were about life, love and liberty. And then you jump in on a group of cute guys singing Backstreet Boys and you forget about country once again. I want it this way, you think.

'Tis been my relationship with country music.

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One Friday evening, not too long ago, I had a couple of girlfriends, Sassy and S, over for wine and whine. 

Photo Credit: Sassy Marmalade
We tried our best to hold wino counsel on the rooftop, but it wasn't quite warm enough yet, so once the sun set we went back to my apartment where there was, incidentally, more wine. Whining turned to telling bad date stories, and since I had none to offer, I told the girls all about my newest hobby of collecting vintage Pyrex. They listened politely then told me I need to make a better effort to date. I changed the subject by showing them a funny video on YouTube through my smart TV, which led S to request listening to some sappy love song by Clint Black.

"Um, we don't listen to country music," I told her, motioning between Sassy and myself.

Sassy leaned toward S and cocked her head. "Ummmm, speak for yourself."

I felt irrationally betrayed. With a "hmph!" I put on S's song. Sassy and S swayed and at some point I found myself humming along. At the end of the song, YouTube suggested a bunch of oldie country songs, including "Forever and Ever Amen" by Randy Travis.

"Oooo play that one!" Sassy squealed. Everyone knows that song, so we all sang along. It sparked a little memory for me, so then I suggested "Grandpa Tell Me 'Bout the Good Ole Days" by The Judds. Halfway through I heard snickering on the couch and looked over to find S and Sassy staring me down.

"I thought you didn't listen to country," Sassy giggled.

"I don't y'aaaaaallll, I just know a few songs from childhood," I replied.

S chose the next song, then Sassy, then me, and this went on for a while. And by a while I mean about five hours. 

As I mentioned before, I don't listen to country music.Nonetheless, it was important for me to air microphone it to Garth Brooks' "Ain't Goin' Down Till the Sun Comes Up"...

Photo Credit: Sassy Marmalade

...and make up dramatic hand motions to Alison Krauss' "When You Say Nothing At All"...

Photo Credit: Sassy Marmalade
 ...and shake my finger at Earl whilst singing about black eyed peas with the Dixie Chicks.

Photo Credit: Sassy Marmalade
Apparently I knew more country music than S and Sassy. I don't really know what to say about that.

At 2:30 a.m. we realized it was 2:30 a.m. and that meant the Metro wasn't running and we'd been singing really loudly for a lot of hours. The ladies left, and I checked my phone before falling into bed and noticed a text from my neighbor at 2 a.m. on the dot. Uh oh.

Hey! Your singalong sounds super fun and I hate to be a party pooper, but could you lower the volume a bit? Sorry :( Jetlagged and need sleep!

Thankfully District Flea hadn't shut down yet and I was able to get an apology pie from Whisked! to smooth things over. My neighbor graciously accepted my apology and told me she had kind of wanted to join our country karaoke party because her roommate doesn't listen to country and she loves it.

You know what I think? I think her roommate secretly loves country too. Because, let's face it, we're all a little bit country. 

Because I've fully embraced this fact, I made a playlist with all the songs we sang, plus a boat load of others. They're sure to spark some mighty fine memories!



That's right.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the playlist boo! Definitely brings me back to my younger days when I jammed out to some Garth and Brooks & Dunn. It's been far too long and there is no better time to get back to your roots than in the summer! Thanks again!

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