There are not many musicians I love as much as I love Toby Keith. It is that simple. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but I’ve had a crush on the man for a while now. These are but a few of his songs that I love. There was no way I was going to write a post about the Dixie Chicks tonight without writing one about Toby Keith as well. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.
All political controversies and feuds with Toby Keith aside, I do truly love the music of the Dixie Chicks, even if I don’t agree with them. It is thanks to their music that I became interested in bluegrass at all. I have to admit I loved their music from the start with Wide Open Spaces. With Sin Wagon, where do I even begin? It will always remind me of a weekend hanging out with one of my best friends in San Marcos, drinking, and trying to figure out why men are they way they are. We, of course, came to no definite conclusions. At least we had fun. Goodbye Earl doesn’t really need any explanation.
Evidently Natalie Maines never learned never to bite the hand that feeds her. Check out what happened recently. Link below. Please shut up and sing already. Please. I know that sounds so mean, but she seems desperate for attention.
A few days ago, I had the distinct pleasure of filling an entire afternoon roaming around used bookstores in Paris. Some of you might recall a post I wrote a few weeks back about Parisian English bookshops and how wandering around their aisles is truly one of my favorite pastimes in the city. So after a rather strenuous weekend of editing and reviewing, I gave myself the gift of a literary afternoon.