Wednesday, November 4, 2015

I am officially old. Boring. Dull. An old fuddy-duddy.

But, this just doesn't sound like country music to me.
Most of it sounds like a racket.
I can hear the echo of my mother's voice when I played the radio louder than she liked, back before the  invention of earbuds.
"Turn that racket down," she'd say.
I thought she was boring, getting old, you know.  But I have become my mother.
Or maybe just old, like Brooks and Dunn.

Who in the world is Chris Stapleton?  Sounds like he's from Barnes Mountain.
I kinda like him.

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