I started listening to country music in high school back in South Florida. It wasn’t the norm, but I really liked it. I loved the stories within the music. It wasn’t all about gettin’ crunk on the dance floor. Don’t get me wrong, I loved, and still love, pop music (and I may or may not be known to bust out into a gangsta rap song), but country music talked about normal people’s lives and I could relate to it.
However, there was a lot that I could not relate to - like grits and greens, red dirt roads, and I had no idea what a Roll Tide was.
Well it’s been less than a year and I have to admit, I have tried greens, I actually like grits, I know that Roll Tide is a common phrase for greeting and departure, and there are parts of my car that are stained orange from red dirt roads.
The longer I live here, the more my life fits into country music…. but not the kind that has to do with prison, trains, horses, or moonshine…. Well….not yet…
