Last night after dinner, when we discovered there was truly nothing on T.V., we scrolled through our channel guide and discovered our music channels. I had no idea we even had music channels. We switched our service to Dish Network after I decided that Time Warner is part of the axis of evil, and I haven’t spent much time perusing all our programming options.
Plus, we know where Noggin is and, in at least one of our opinions, that’s all that matters. Oh Go Diego Go, how I love starting my mornings to the sound of Rosie Perez’s voice.
Anyway, P searched for a classic country option. We’ve been listening to quite a lot of classic country lately because it’s always on at Mimi and Bop’s house. Lo and behold, we have our very own classic country channel on our television through the technological marvel that is the satellite dish. So, we sat on the couch and listened to some high quality music while we discussed our the events of our day.
Seriously, there is nothing on T.V. this week, but don’t think I’m not counting down the days until the all new season of Top Chef premieres next week.
Hearing some of the songs brought back so many childhood memories that I could almost smell the interior of our ’77 Buick LeSabre with its baby blue velour seats. I was country when country wasn’t cool, wearing my cowboy boots from Weiners. Of course wearing cowboy boots bought from Weiners probably qualified me as more of an urban cowboy.
I shrieked with delight when The Statler Brothers came on. “Flowers on the Wall”, anyone remember it? “Elizabeth”? “Do You Know You are My Sunshine?”?
These are classics people. Classics.
In a one hour period, we listened to John Conlee, Patsy Cline, Buck Owens, Jessie Colter, Waylon Jennings and George Jones. I think I frightened P with all my nostalgia and talk of GENUINE LEATHER cowboys boots from Weiners. But as God is my witness, I am so going to download some classic country from iTunes this weekend and don’t be fooled into thinking for a minute that “Delta Dawn” isn’t going to be on the list.
So, what classic country would be on y’alls list? Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Be proud and own your love of The Oakridge Boys. You know you spent some time singing “Elvira”. Don’t deny it.
And any comments that mention Rascal Flatts or Kenny Chesney as legitimate musical suggestions will be promptly deleted. They’re not classic and they’re not country. George Jones would give up drinking before he’d be seen wearing pukka shells around his neck.