Take me home, country roads

It's been my observation that most people limit themselves to one or two different styles of music.

Not me—I appreciate a wide range of genres.

I tend to obsess on one at a time. These fixations can last for a few weeks or many years. I eventually become bored and switch to something different.

I bop from one phase to the next.

I went through a solid Top 40 pop phase in my teens. Then there was the acoustic phase in my early 20’s, the heavy metal phase in my mid-20’s, and the MTV phase in my late 20’s.

From time to time, I’ll delve into the world of contemporary Christian music. That trip usually leaves me feeling empty, though, forcing me to acknowledge yet again my preference for traditional hymns.

My preoccupation with Country music lasted a particularly long time. I two-stepped, line-danced, and country-waltzed my way through the entire decade of my 30’s. I knew all the artists and bands, and of course every word of every song. I glued myself to the CMT channel. I wore the clothes and the attitude well. My CD library grew extensively during those days.

A year or so ago, I went through a fascination with “Women’s Music” performed exclusively by lesbians. I still have plenty to learn about that genre. I’ll revisit it someday soon.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

I enjoy it when people I care about share their music with me. This past summer, I took a nostalgic trip down memory lane with hits from the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s thanks to a friend’s vast collection of mp3s. I’ll always treasure that stuff. This same friend also shared some of his Celtic favorites, along with recordings his father loved—the Tennessee Ernie Ford sing-a-long hymns, for example, were wonderful.

If I had to pick a favorite...

... I’d have to confess my ongoing romance with the classical genre—especially classical piano, which happens to be the passion of my heart.

This past week, I’ve become bored again.

My CD collection has grown a little stale, and the radio has nothing exciting to offer me.

I long for an experience like I had not long ago when I fell so madly in love with a piece of music that I couldn’t focus on anything else for a day or two. I want another adventure like that again as soon as possible.

For now, I'm a little bit Country.

After thoroughly enjoying a Bellamy Brothers CD this past week, I’ve decided to go Country again for awhile. I’ve tuned my car stereo to a new Country station, and I plan to dig out some favorite CDs tomorrow. George Strait, Clint Black, Merle Haggard, Dwight Yokum, Willie and Waylon… I can’t wait! It’ll be fun.

Rock on, dude…

Karen