Country Music Again...

I had to make a phone call to Texas today. Funny thing about Texas is that whenever I hear the name I am forced to remember the song "All my exes live in Texas."

If one were to have a conjunto do that song, would it have to be "All my ejas live in Tejas?" or "Todos mi..." never mind.

Inquiring (but not too sharp) minds want to know.

For those who are wondering and possibly worrying, yes, I have been listening to a lot of country music these days. I have been in the Central Valley four times in the last two weeks, drinking ice cold Budweiser (OK, some Sierra Nevada, too. I am not a complete redneck), and sometimes it just clicks. You gotta hear Hank or Bob Wills or Flatt and Scruggs. When I drive through Vacaville too many times I have to hear Spade Cooley, which is definitely a sign that one should move away. Far away.

But where? Country Music is everywhere. Even in San Francisco, where I have seen some of the best country acts in the world.

So, I don't move away and try to escape the twang, I embrace the twang. I listen to Bob Wills and Waylong Jennings and Buck Owens and even Spade Cooley (although it is hard to listen to him and not think about what he did and not want to throw the record in disgust, but he was such a good musician. I listen to Gesualdo, Wagner, and Berlioz, too).

Of course I realize that country music doesn't kill people, country musicians do (or at least they break into restaurants to rob them for dope money not realizing that the restaurant is open), but there is a part of me that thinks that somehow if I listen to country music too much it will somehow make me more of a redneck. So I have to keep tabs on these things. You can never be too careful.