I’m starting to like the Dixie Chicks. :eek:
My lovely roomie is a big fan, so they are in the stereo a great deal here. When we first moved in, I’d tolerate it- as soon as the CD stopped I’d be ready to replace it with some Radiohead or something, anything else.
That lasted for a while, then gradually I wouldn’t rush to the CD player, I’d just sort of tune it out.
Then I started being able to tell the songs apart, and even laughing at expressions such as “I need a boy like you like a hole in my head” and “I’m gonna do a little mattress-dancing.”
It came to a head this week, when I taped the Network special for my roommate (who had a class), and I found myself watching the entire thing from beginning to end.
Which brings us to today - Roomie is out running errands, and I am sneaking Dixie Chicks! I got the CD out of her room! I think I know all the words to “Cowboy Take me Away”!
What explains their strange power over me? I am NOT a country music fan. Okay, I own Johnny Cash’s “Live From Folsom Prison,” but doesn’t everyone? What is happening? I swore “it would be a cold day in July” before I’d become a country music fan…what’s next? Riding off into the sunset with some guy with achy-breaky hair? Alcoholism, or worse ::shudders:: Shania Twain?
I am at a vulnerable point right now: unemployed, getting over a no-good-lying-cheating-son-of-a-bitch, far away from home - I fear that I could slip into full-fledged country music fandom very easily if action is not taken now. We do NOT want that to happen.
Dopers, help me:
Suggest some music I could listen to in order to drive out the evil?
Suggest evil country music that would remind me why I hate it?
Help. Please. You are my only hope.