Update for the day

I wrote a song last night, did a rough recording and sent it to Nashville. Hopefully Mr. Producer will like it. Got my new car today and I feel like I'm handling glass vases wonder how long it will be until I wreck this one ;Story of my life.

Why is it all the nail salons are owned by Asians? I cant understand what they are saying, but for some reason when I walk in, I feel like the foreigner.

What do you expect?

An extraordinary woman who labored several hours to give birth to me once said that the songs I write are "Trailer trash." Well let me tell you something, the woman I have the highest respect for, that's country music. It ain't trashy but its been known to talk about trailers, and drinking beer and hurting, crying, cheating. Country singers don't sing about nonsense and lifestyles that no one really lives and chances of occurring are about the same as seeing a solar eclipse. Its everyday life;real life. I cant sing a lie so I ain't even going to try. Oh wait, that could be a song! Oh but then again maybe its a little too truthful for today's audience. At any rate when it comes to getting through the day I want to listen to someone who knows how I feel. Most people feel the same about their favorite genre of music. They want to relate. It is no secret if you don't know how it feels to ride in a truck or cry your eyes out over someone that did you wrong, or shooting bull and guns with good friends, then good chances are you wont like country music. But make no mistake there are people out there that do those things. But really, me listening to rap, its a bit odd and hypocritical, don't ya think. And to those people who hate me or complain because "I'm too country," what the heck did you expect?

To all you Taylor Swift fans and Country Music Radio:

To all you Taylor Swift fans and Country Music Radio:

Let me just tell ya, you cant call yourself a true Country MuSIC fan and a Taylor Swift fan. Its like mixing oil and water. I'm all for the songwriter, I am one myself, but the content in my songs don't consist of me squealing about High school crushes and crying on my guitar. That ain't me. Her music doesn't relate to my life in the slightest. I was in the barn the other evening, I was finishing milking the last group of twelve pure bred Holsteins. I was covered in shhh--- and listening to my Wal-mart radio and there she was in all her disgusting, uncalled for glory. Some dagum song about fairy tales and Romeo. Let me give ya a reality check; LIFE AIN'T A FAIRY TALE. I'm in a barn working my behind off and I have to listen to her sing about white horses and loves stories; on country music radio of all places! Meanwhile there is people getting killed in the middle east. Children are starving in Africa. Americans cant afford to put food on their table for their families, and I have to listen to her whine about her perfect world. Listening to her is like listening to a blonde, air headed cheerleader chat with her girlfriends in the lunch line. Sing me something that is real and important.
That is just my opinion on the material of her songs.
Her singing, on the on the other hand, is barley tolerable, it is not only not country but uncontrolled 90% of the time, and annoying the other 10%. She takes breaths right in the microphone and she goes flat more times than I breath in a day. America is blinded by the marketing scheme and her so called good looks which is a whole other blog, but talent is just one of the things she does not have going for her.

Numb

Well my original post I had planned to write tonight is nothing like what I am about to type. The mood I was in at 10 o'clock this morning has changed dramatically and along with that my thesis statement of the day. Have you ever looked back on your life and say to yourself "How did I ever get here from there?" I'm feeling that way now. I just look back on events in my life and I have no idea how I turned out to be this way. To be honest its quite depressing. You grow up playing with barbies and watching Disney movies and BOOM!!! Your almost and adult and you've wrecked two vehicles, failing a class and applying to college. What happened to me? I could have turned out to be a pretty good person but somewhere, along the way, I got lost and now I'm stuck in a world that is foreign to me. Most of the time I feel I am just a body walking around. No feelings, no thoughts just ---there. I push others away without the intention of doing so and the people I do allow to get close to me are the worst kind and character. I'm feeling a whole new level of low. I don't understand what went wrong but something for sure is wrong. I'm fighting a battle with the two halves of me. One wants to do good and knows what is right and the other just wants to rip off in the opposite direction and go wild. I am afraid the older I get the more it is inevitable I will never change, I cant change, I want to but would I change to? This cant really be the real me can it? How do I keep on going everyday completely alone and numb? Numb- a cold word for a cold feeling when your feeling nothing at all.

Back Road

I've seen the desert in Wyoming. I've walked the concrete roads through cities I don't care to ever visit again. I've been homesick and sick of home but the middle ground, the medicine to cure all types of hurt and sickness is the back roads leading home. Most drivers never give the roads they travel a second thought but to me the back roads are more than an asphalt slab, they are the solution to every problem, the reason to pay the high price of gas. There is no better place to listen to a new c.d. or talk with a friend. One could go crazy fretting over the complications in life, the trouble in the Middle East, the people dying in third world countries, the economy failing, but the best remedy is simplicity and for me that is where the connection to the country is linked. It is the answer to every question. "Where to go on a Saturday Night?" How to get to your destination the quickest? Where to get away?" The worst and best moments of my life happened on a back road; My first wreck, my first kiss, the first time I heard my song on the radio and the moment that lead me to this revelation. It might seem crazy to some, but we are all on some road of life, some are flying down the highway with no regard for the consequence of living in the fast lane, whether the path be narrow or wide. I choose to live my life, easy, slow and enjoy the ride on the back road.

History Nut

The greatest movie I have discovered in all my time of criticizing movies is The National Treasure Movies 1 and 2. I sit here, in my 18 century log house with a booming fire and watching the movies I am completely immersed in history. I would be the first to tell you conspiracy theories and analyzing history intrigues and entertains me. I proudly admit I have an addiction to history books and movies. I own (and every winter) watch the North and South series which includes 12 tapes all at 90 minutes long and an exclusive look at war, love and conspiracy. Its times like this I would love to have a time machine to take me back to the best times in American History. I would sip a cup of tea with Benjamin Franklin and contemplate life, invention and current state of the Country. Or hide fugitive slaves in my basement and hear the horror stories of plantation life. I strongly believe if you are bored with history then you don't understand it, because if you understood the bravery, the struggle and the triumph you would be entertained beyond your imagination. History is not just dates you memorize in school, it was real life and it belongs to everyone.