I have rather eclectic tastes. Not just in music and entertainment.
But, when it comes to music, I always find my way back to Country.
Is it because of my upbringing? Well, Dad was into Classical, Opera, and some Folk. Mom was a definite Rocker, being a Stones and Who fan from before I can remember. Together, they loved to throw Latin dance parties.
So, how did I get to be such a hardcore Country fan?
Beats me. And, ftr, I love Classic Rock, Punk, Early Classical, R&B, etc…
But, I am Country. Everyone who knows me sees me in that light. Is the fact that I almost always wear Kikkers*? Is it the little twang I would put into the songs I sang when I sang for that Spanish band? Is it the way I get completely into character when doing an old Travis Tritt, Alan Jackson, or Randy Travis song at the kaoreoke bar?
Beats me.
I was Country when Country wasn’t cool.
So, go ahead. Join me in my love of Country music. Or, make fun of it. Ain’t no thang to me, see?
I am Country.
*pointy toe, riding heel western (cowboy) boots. KIKK/FM was (is?) a Country music radio station in Houston. So, Kikkers = cowboy boots (or the person wearing them)