When You Realize that Your Re-Birth Centers Completely Around Country Music
When I was living with Betty, my Grandmother, every weekend and summer of my childhood, I would always read through a file folder of typed Country Music song lyrics. There were notes on them where she had corrected the typist's misheard lyrics and misspellings. Betty should probably be around to correct this blog post. I am sure she is ready to correct me from her cloud. When she died, I inherited her records. The cool thing is is that some of them are starred with the songs that she especially liked. They were rarely the singles. Betty was a hipster. Mike said to me the other day that he felt like he came out of the closet as a Country-Music lover when he met me because I was a person that appreciated it, too, and would actively talk about it and go to shows in a totally non-hokey and non-ironic way. We talked about this a lot, because both of us felt that when we stood on the proverbial hilltop and said that we were into Country Music in a way that was more than liking th