my musing #7
While I was in LA filming the next cycle of TOP DESIGN I got captured by ALIENS. Almost. It was something equally freaky. OK here goes: I became a DIEHARD country music fan.
Everyday when I drove to the studio in Downtown LA I found myself listening to Dierks Bentley and George Strait and Brad-I-wanna-check-you-for-ticks-Paisley. Gradually, those lilting tunes and hard-luck stories worked their magic on me and I became TOTALLY ADDICTED. And weâ€™re not talking Loretta Lynn or Tammy Wynette or Johnny Cash, all of whom have total hipster cred. No. Iâ€™m talking Kenny Chesney and American Idol winner Carrie Underwood.
If you think I am totally bonkers then try listening to HEIDI NEWFIELDâ€™S â€śJohnny and Juneâ€ť or â€śGunpowder and Leadâ€ť by MIRANDA LAMBERT or â€śBoondocksâ€ť by LITTLE BIG TOWN and tell me youâ€™re not intrigued.
My husbandâ€™s irate and wants his hold RIHANNA-loving bloke back, but Iâ€™m afraid my country love is here to stay. Okay, full disclosure â€“Â Iâ€™ve always been something of a SOUTHERN-FRIED ROCK fan (I cut my teeth on SKYNYRD, Allman Brothers, et.) so country isnâ€™t a great leap.