So, now that I have to actually drive to get anywhere, I have been radio surfing in attempt to amuse myself while motoring from place to place. I have discovered that local culture tends to dictate what one hears on the radio. OK yes, I could hook up my iPod and avoid the “what the heck is that playing on the radio” thoughts followed by the channel surf dance to find something other than a commercial for vitamins. But in an attempt to absorb the local flavor, I have been expanding my musical experience to include genres that not only did I rarely, if ever, heard in the big apple, but were so looked down upon by my New York City pals that they would avoid dating anyone who even liked the offending music.
Yes, I am talking about country music. In metropolis I could never find a good steak nor a good country music station. So, when I moved to the midwest I explored this forbidden fruit. And, I am a little hooked, although I am not sure I would admit this to my peeps in Manhattan.
Is this a fad or is this truly some deep unfulfilled desire thwarted by the din, dirt and dance mix mania of the city? Time will tell. In the meantime, I have George Strait hanging out in my iTunes library and serenading my little house on the prairie…on occasion.
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Howdy! Just so you know, your peeps read your blog. Who knew you where a closet country fan? Be not ashamed. Embrace your new found love. Having grown up with a country music fan, I bet you didn’t know Dottie was a HUGE country music fan; I have a healthy respect for those things “country.” Not to mention my transplanted brother who now speaks with a Wisconsin accent although I’m sure if you get him angry a little New York will slip in there. As long as you don’t go all Little House on the Prairie on me I won’t be afraid to visit. Sounds like you are sending out some roots in your adopted home.
And, thank you for the hilarious b-day card. I managed to accomplish the three elements of the perfect birthday. Number two was a shoe-in.