There are friends I’ve had for years who, when I tell them I am a country music fan, look at me as though I’ve just confessed that I kick puppies for fun. It’s not an easy thing to confess. Country music gets a bad rap – especially in the UK where people immediately equate it with Tammy Wynette standing by her man despite his, erm, shortcomings. Oh, and and Deliverance.
Now I’ll readily admit to loving Dolly Parton. Come on, she played Glastonbury two years ago and was freakin’ awesome! She doesn’t take herself too seriously, whilst knowing she’s a force to be reckoned with (“I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.”) and penning some of the best known country songs ever written. If I’m half a bottle of Pinot down and the karaoke starts up, I’m not leaving until I’ve belted the hell out of 9 to 5
Miranda Lambert is a relatively new revelation to me. I caught the briefest flash of Only Prettier on the car radio a couple of years ago, and was immediately hooked. She’s certainly no Stand By Your Man (even if he’s a massive a-hole) type, and more about flipping the bird at the “doing the right thing” mindset.
Lone Justice, and then the lead singer Maria McKee, have been with me since I was a teenager. To this day, I dislike that the 1990 Tom Cruise blockbuster Days of Thunder used her song Show Me Heaven as it showed nothing of the performer I’d grown to adore. (Sometimes, if I’m very lucky, she’ll reply to me if I casually tweet her, and I follow her on Instagram. I await the restraining order.) When I feel a little lacklustre, I throw this on and watch her go. This is cowpunk country and I bloody love it.
Finally, the Dixie Chicks. Oh. My. God. I love them so much and am determined to learn at least one of their songs to perfection so that I can perform it to anyone who will listen. I’ve just about got There’s Your Trouble under my belt, and Not Ready to Make Nice is almost ready, so watch this space with bated breath. I’m sure you will. This fabulous, fun and upbeat song, Goodbye Earl, is about the justification of getting away with murdering a guy who abuses his wife. Oh and at the gig I attended a couple of months ago, they hung a huge picture of Donald Trump defaced to look like Satan himself whilst they performed this. You can see it here. ‘Nuff said. Tammy may not have been impressed, but I love this kinda country and I don’t give a rootin’ tootin’ rats ass who knows it.
Kim is a writer who enjoys celebrity gossip a lot more than she lets on.