A Country Music Soul

When I was young I remember people asking me, “what kind of music do you like?” I used to tell them everything but country. Country music is a bit like brussel sprouts, it’s an acquired taste. Country snuck up on me recently, and worked its way into my soul.

I think it started when my cousin and I were driving out to Long Island for the weekend, and decided to play all the pandora stations that would drive the back-seaters crazy. Today’s Country was one of the stations. It may have started as a joke, but it didn’t quite end that way. Shortly after I took a trip to Nashville and the first song I heard was Chicken Fried by the Zac Brown Band. Side note: Nashville is pretty awesome. Around the same time I started dating a semi country boy, and that really did the trick.


To me, listening to country music is kind of like reading a great novel. You smile, you laugh, and you cry. You can sing your heart out to a country song and mean every word. Sweet voices singing about family, love, summer nights, great friends, and yes, even a cold beer, a pickup truck and a good old fashion brawl… Country is rough, yet pure and sweet all at the same time. I wouldn’t say that country is great all the time, but in many cases it just “fits.”  Country makes me feel like home. I know that doesn’t make any sense, but I’m not sure how else to describe it.


I love the southern charm, and I love a good old fashion country boy. Maybe I can find an Irish country boy? Ha! Anyway, let me wrap this up. If you’re a driver like me, go for a drive – doesn’t matter where – just get in some personal time. If you’re like my cousin, go paint. Do whatever it is you love to do for your “me” time and listen to the song Bless the Broken Road by the Rascal Flatts. I don’t even have a boyfriend and this song brings me to tears. Just like the love that many country songs describe, one day I’ll find a love like this, and if I have to wait a lifetime, it will be worth it.



Umm.. yes please!

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