When I was young (5-10 years), I loved it. I grew up around it and it was a significant part of my life. I think it's safe to describe my admiration of Garth Brooks as a "man-crush", even at such a young age.
Shortly thereafter, I was exposed to the wonderful world of rock and roll. This new world I lived in (until I was about 20) was also a world that despised the simple minded antics of country music. It was the antagonist in any true rock and rollers saga of music. Needless to say, I hopped on the train of hatred.
When I came to college, I guess I just got in touch with my roots again. I grew out of my narrow-minded rock and roll phase and started to slowly fall in love with the sounds of my home.
But I still had a bad taste in my mouth for some country. I had travelled forward in time, and somewhere in the interim, I had missed the evolution of country music. My dear OLD friend had transformed into the same sounds of my NEW friend, rock and roll. There was almost no difference in the two. And so began my discomfort with this new sound of country that was the epidemic in the veins of my old love, simple country music.
Last night, I had the privilege of enjoying the Grand Ole Opry, as well as the city where country music was born, Nashville, TN. Imagine finding out that your oldest, best friend is still alive after thinking that they were dead for so long! I found the roots that I though had been dug up and painted black. What a wonderful, inspiring experience.
Thanks for listening.
Listen to Jimmy Dickens and Porter Wagoner for just a little taste.
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