If you ain't got two kids by twenty-one you're probably gonna die alone. At least that's what tradition told you. And it don't matter if you don't believe, come Sunday morning you'd best be there in the front row like you're supposed to.
Jack and Jill went up the hill. Jack burned out on booze and pills. Mary had a little lamb. Mary just don't give a damn no more.
There's a spot in my heart for those lines in this song.
It's getting harder to find open fields around my town, and that makes me really sad. I'm a country girl. I liked my community when I only had one next door neighbor, and I had to walk a couple miles across a field to get to my other neighbors. I liked my home town back when there was a lot of this:
You know you're in the country when people make their old, rusty farm equipment into landscape decor.
The canal. It's ridiculously full right now.
All of these were taken on my bike ride with Sarah today. There's still country out here, but you have to look for it in between all the stupid suburbia. People build in the swamps, and then their houses flood. And they get upset about it. Well, then don't build in a swamp! I could go on ranting about why I hate suburbia, but I'll save it. Suffice it to say that I'm glad I can still go on a bike ride and find places like these.
If all of my days this week go like today, it's going to be hard to stay positive this week. However, I'm really determined to stay happy this week. I can't let anything keep me down. Tomorrow should be great. I'm going with my creative writing class to see the Carl Bloch paintings, and then there's a group workshop. I found out that our final grade in that class is largely based on how much we've improved over the semester, and that gives me hope, because I feel like I've improved my writing the most in that class.
Conference is this weekend. That's how I mark the year. That's when I left. And you know what? I'm a little bit stronger, and less impervious. Yes, there's a difference.
Green isn't my best color. I went with a group to the dollar theater to see Tron last night, and on the way there got to listen to speculation on whether or not a guy I like likes another girl. Of course, these two girls speculating didn't realize that I liked the guy they were talking about, but I sat and brooded, even though I told myself I didn't care. I hate to say it, but sometimes I get jealous. Maybe that's a good thing. It means I'm becoming human again.
Of course, at the movie I tried to stay out of the way and let him be with her. And after a night of observing, I'm just not sure what to think. I guess the funny thing about it all is that I didn't really think I liked this guy as more than a friend until this moment. Maybe that's a lie. Maybe that's what I've been trying to convince myself for the past month. However, it just hit me that I really do care last night. So, this song pretty much sums up how I feel about the situation last night. I'll pretend to be nice, but really, everything I'm saying to you is an insult.
I know this is two music posts in a row, but I really like this song by Thompson Square. The singers are married. Wouldn't that be a great career? Getting to work with your best friend every day?
If you don't have time to watch all of these, watch the first one. It was the biggest highlight of the CMA performances (well, George Strait probably rivals that).
The fancy guitar player that I was debating about in an earlier post, Keith Urban.
And the King of Country, George Strait. He chokes up and doesn't finish the line @ 2:00.
I was in the car with my mom the other day, and we were listening to a Keith Urban song on the radio. I said, "You know, it's really weird. He'll have a really great cd one year, and then the next all his music will be terrible. I have no clue why it's like that."
My mom replied, "You probably like the stuff that he writes when he's drunk and hate the stuff that he writes when he's sober."
"I didn't know he was an alcoholic."
"Yeah, he's been in an out of rehab all the time for it."
"Oh... really?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't know that."
Silence. It made me wonder which music he writes when he's sober and which music he writes when he's drunk, and which phase I like him in best for writing music.
He wrote this one with one other guy.
He didn't write this one, but it is off the same cd, and it is one of my favorite cds. It is actually one of two songs on the whole cd that he didn't write. However, they fit well with what he writes.
Anyone want to guess what stage he's in when he writes music like this?
I've been really addicted to this song. I came across a live version on youtube, and remembered why I love to listen to so many country artists; the artists sound the same live as they do on their cds! Even those of you who aren't big on country music might like this one. Megan, if you don't like it, I'd suggest jumping to the last two minutes of the song. I think you'll appreciate the guitarist.
Here's the music video of the song for those of you who like to compare quality.
I like a lot of Jason Aldean's songs, so this isn't just a fluke like for me, in case anyone wanted to know.