I grew up in San Jose, California. Not exactly the country music capitol of the world, but there's bound to be a station or two featuring country music where'er you go. I guess my mom liked country because my first recollections of singing out loud to music (to something besides Raffi) were to the tunes of Trisha Yearwood, Faith Hill, Shania Twain, and the like. Oh how loud we would sing "She's in Love with the Boy!" "X's and O's", and "Tall Tall Trees"! I loved me some country music. I would sit down with album booklets and memorize lyrics and then dance around in circles whilst singing them at the top of my lungs. I will forever hold a special place in my heart for these albums:
Flash forward to 1995 when we moved to Redmond, WA. I was 10 and in the 5th grade. Upon introducing myself I said I liked country music and was immediately scorned and made a laughing stock. Who knew 10 year olds could be so mean and degrading? I vowed never to listen to country music again. So I switched to alternative music like The Goo Goo Dolls and Matchbox Twenty and Third Eye Blind, then as I went through high school I got into more hard core bands like Rage Against the Machine, Chevelle, and Linkin Park. I do love some good screamo, which seems so out of my shy and reserved character. But it's true: I'm a closet hard rocker.
Still. There's nothing like the feeling of listening to a good ol' country song with the windows down and the wind rushing through your hair. Lately, Taylor Swift has rekindled my passion for that twang and honkey tonk. I have a major girl crush on that girl! She has the voice I've always wanted and the looks to go with it.
I'm not embarrassed or ashamed to say that I love country music anymore. And even though I only listen to it in rare moments when I'm driving alone in the car, it always brings me back to growing up in California and singing with my mom.