Monday, December 03, 2007

It's alright to be a redneck

Here I sit. It's 10:30 p.m. I should be in bed. I have to get up at 4:30 to run 7 miles. My big day is only 4.5 days away. I should be getting rest. But I can't. I'm sitting here listening to Alan Jackson sing "It's alright to be a redneck" as I browse through all of your blogs...stalling...chuckling at A.J. and his funny lyrics. I love music. Love it. Any kind, really. I am most comfortable with good ole country...even as far back as Hank Williams Sr. I know all his songs. And love Don Williams. Don's tunes and I have spent some serious soul searching time together. And Hank Jr., well, you know I love Bocephus. But I like rock n roll too. And I especially love some alternative. Some old Nirvana. Some Smashing Pumpkins. Bush. Do you remember Bush? I like heavy metal too...love Metallica, ofcourse. And Nine Inch Nails, whatever genre they fit into. I'll even listen to some rap if you catch me in the right mood. And I'm not totally stuck in the past either...I can jam to Fergie, and I can sing "Don't Matter" with Briar.

I miss music. It used to be a really big part of my life, even though I've never played an instrument more than the year or so of piano lessons that I so aggressively resisted when my parents forced them upon me. But I used to play all kinds of music all the time in my car, driving back and forth to college or work. J.T. and I used to sit up all night long listening to some our friends pick the guitars and sing country music. And when their fingers got too tired to pick or they were just too drunk to continue, we'd play song after song on the cd player...and sing along. Or we'd go "country cruisin'." That's when we'd load up a car full of people and 'refreshments' and take off down any and every country road in three counties with the windows down and the music blasting...singing along like the Griswold's. Good times.

Seems like lately by the time I end up in the car alone, I just want quiet. No time to fool with the music. But I miss it.

J.T. and I are going to the Grand Ole Opry in a couple of weeks. It should be good for my soul. Gonna get to see The Possum. And John Conlee. Mel McDaniel. And others. I can't even describe to you how excited I am about going to see George Jones at the Opry.

It's alright to be a redneck...

7 comments:

E-Speed said...

Not so sure about all that country music ;)

I'm so excited for you and Michelle. I just know you are going to break 4 this time. Good Luck in case I don't make it back over here before the big day! I wish I could be there to pace you, I even checked out the drive and stuff, but turns out my MIL wants to make holiday candy on the 8th.

Tri4Christ said...

Training is in the bank for you, so it looks like a sub 4 is in the bag. I'm running the Rocket City also (if I can kick this cold). My race # is 90 if ya'll want to say hey.

Spandex King said...

Aint that a hoot. Have fun.

Rice said...

I feel the same way about music. Don't worry about missing it, it will come back when your ready for it.. Its the same reason that you/we like so many different types of music... Its what your feeling that you listen to not what you feel like listening too.. (hmmm now I'm wondering if that makes sence...)

cheers.

Rice.

Lisa said...

Ahh, the perks of growing up in Coffee County. Cruisin' the mall and the country roads. I wish I could get all that gas back!

I may sneak my iPod in my fuel belt just so Eminem can push me through.
("Lose Yourself"-my fav running song)

TJ said...

my wife is the country music fan in our family. she saw keith urban this past saturday.
i'll listen to anything as long as it's good.
good luck in your big race!!!

BreeWee said...

Sub 4... BEST of luck to you! Look forward to seeing you break your goal and race report!