I like to think I have very eclectic tastes when it comes to music. I don't listen to the radio very much at all, except for the oldies station and NPR. For the most part I like new folk music, or stuff that's easy on the ears--like Feist, Cat Power, Alison Krauss, Neko Case, etc. Women who can sing and are relaxing to listen to.
My dad raised me on Neil Diamond. And Three Dog Night. (I remember their record album had a giant band-aid on it.)
I also very much like classic rock. I love Led Zeppelin, the Stones, the Allman Brothers, Clapton, and all those guys. I spent most of my teen and college years obsessed with classic rock.
I also like country, not so much of the new stuff, but more of the older country. Of course most of you know my first love is bluegrass. I love bluegrass music. I can sit and listen to it for hours. If only I could play the fiddle or a banjo! Occasionally that leads me to other genres... what I like to call Redneck Music.
Tacky songs about stupidity that are just dumb, but oh so good. GOOD stuff, you know, the country music you're embarrassed to admit you enjoy... David Allen Coe, Jerry Jeff Walker, Jerry Reed, Johnny Paycheck, Lynyrd Skynyard, Hank Jr, all of these guys.
I love it. Every once in a while I just need to take a break and listen to some GOOD REDNECK music. You don't have to make sense of it or agree with it, you just enjoy it. I appreciate people who can appreciate goooooood redneck music.
On our second or third date, Dirk was driving and David Allen Coe's "The Perfect Country and Western Song" came on the radio. Dirk turned it up, then leaned back and started singing... and he wailed the line, "you don't have to call me darlin, darlin. You never even call me by my name!!"
And I thought to myself... this is the one.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
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Ah, that song reminds me of my childhood :) Actually, Jim and I also bonded singing in the car before we ever had an actual "date". Funny how taste in music can tell you a lot about compatibility!
I have a weakness for songs about tequila. Jose Cuervo, you are a friend of mine. I like to drink you with a little salt and lime. And of course, 10 rounds with Jose Cuervoooo. :)
And also, I like the old sexy songs. Like "Behind Closed Doors." I'm such a lush harlot.
DH is the biggest Beatles fan I have ever met... he remembers dates of their concerts, knows all the lyrics, has endless books by them and about them.
But... (Thankfully) he never once tried to sing "Michelle" at me. He really doesn't know how much that means to me. Most people only know the first three words anyway.
I only allow it now if one knows more than the first three words, and I give extra credit for anyone who knows the French!
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