A Confession

I think it is time for me to come clean. Promise you won't think less of me if I tell you? Ok, here goes: I like country music. A lot. I KNOW. I know. I know. But I can't help it. I really do like it. Not all of it of course, but I am quickly becoming a fan. I think maybe I always secretly knew I was a fan, but tried to deny it. After all, I did grow up in rural Maine & New Hampshire. And my Nana used to listen to the local country station while we were at our place on the lake when I was younger. And then I bought the Garth Brooks double live album at one point. (Quasi loved that when we were in Prague. She probably won't admit it now, but she did.)

In DC and New England, it was easy to avoid country, but it was everywhere in Florida. So I decided to give it a chance. And bfaw & other buddy from work tried to educate me on 'quality' country music. I resisted for a bit, but then felt left out during car trips when they'd be singing along and I wouldn't know the words. So, I began with the easy stuff: Dixie Chicks & Kenny Chesney. I liked it, but then I stalled. I really didn't know where to look next, so I just stuck with those two for a while. Recently I was given the recommendation of Pat Green (good sh*t) and Dierks Bentley (ok sh*t). I came all the way to Asia to rock out to country music on my ipod. I think it might be tough to find a suitable cowboy here.