In our house, country music is not an option, it’s our religion.
I’ve even made a hierarchy beginning with Hank Williams (Sr., of course) as the god of country. That’s all for another post though.
Since country is our religion, country music award shows are essentially revivals for our family.
Ok, just me. But the Circus is catching on.
I don’t watch them live though – no, no, no. I record them so that I can watch on the weekends properly – with whiskey.
Every awards show viewing at my house goes something like this:
The kid is put to bed. I pour a Jack and Coke. I take up residence on the couch. Grunt Labor resides in his chair.
I start the awards show.
I get pissed off when Miranda Lambert or Eric Church don’t get their well-deserved awards.
I pour another drink.
I bow down in the virtual presence of George Strait.
I mutter profanities when once more, Eric doesn’t get the award.
When Reba comes on stage, I recall how she shaped my childhood and how I would not be the woman I am today if not for her. Bless you, Reba.
I sing more.
I dance more too.
During all this, Grunt Labor is still residing in his chair watching the live redneck entertainment that is going on before his very eyes.
And I’m not talking about the awards show.
I pour another drink.
At some point, an artist is going to sing a song that really resonates with me. There’s a chance I’ll start crying. No, I’ll definitely cry. Near the end of the song, I’ll pull up a new note on my phone because I feel there’s something to be said – to be written – that I’ve learned from the song that should be shared with the world. I put those thoughts in the note.
Another song will be performed. This time a more upbeat one that has me once more singing and dancing. I’m also probably spilling my whiskey all over me by this point.
But then it will strike a nerve as well and I’ll open up my notes again and try to put into words what the music is making me feel.
The night will end with me trying to answer life’s biggest questions with lyrics from country music songs.
Obviously, these nights are life-changing, y’all.
Yesterday, I was trying to decide what to write for this week’s Freak Show Friday. Since I keep so many of my random thoughts in the notes section on my phone, I pulled it up for inspiration.
There, I found the note I had created on the night of the last country music awards show I had watched. I had not read it since that night.
From reading the notes, it was clear that Kacey Musgraves and I had formed a connection during her performance of Dime Store Cowgirl. A flood of thoughts had been written in the note under that song title – very few of the thoughts made sense. Unfortunately, it seemed that no life altering breakthroughs had been made. And out of left field, there was also a reference to a Brooks & Dunn song and my grandfather’s old truck. Then I read the last line I had written in the note that night:
Maybe you just drank too much Jenna.
And that made damn good sense.
Here’s to life-changing country music award shows. I tip my hat to you.
P.S. Kacey Musgraves Dime Store Cowgirl really is a great song. 🙂
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