The Redneck Princess

The power of good tunes…

The power of good tunes…

The power of good tunes…

 

I have always been a music lover, since probably the day I was born.  I have been told that as a little girl, all I wanted to be when I grew up was a Go-Go dancer. Nevermind with the sarcasm, that was before it meant stripper. Seriously.

I haven’t got a memory that doesn’t involve music, whether it be Doctor Hook and memories of my Dad’s reel to reel belting out the tunes until the wee hours at his I am sure, infamous house parties, or Keith Urban helping me work through a breakup I never thought would happen.

Music has always pulled me through the tough times, as well as making me smile remembering the good ones.

The only time in my life when I have ever driven without music blaring and singing at the top of my lungs was when I had my 67 Mustang, that was partially because the car was so loud, you couldn’t get the music louder without going deaf…well, that and the fact that when your car rumbles like Jezebelle did, it would be a crying shame to cover it up.

It always amazes me that a song can come on the radio and touch your soul. I guess in a way it helps to know that at some point, some place, there is someone else that gets you. It helps to know that someone else has been there and done that, and has lived to write a song and sing about it.

If you have met me in real life anytime since about 1986 you will know that I love Country Music. I adore Keith Urban and Florida Georgia Line and all points in between. I also love pretty much anything rock…especially anything from the 60’s through to the end of the 80’s. I am a classic kind of girl.

Give me a Keith Urban concert with Chad Kroeger(Nickelback) coming on stage from the audience to sing a CCR song, and I will be in absolute heaven, and yes…that really did happen. The funny thing is, I am finding myself  loving country with rap in it!! WHAT???

I tried to fight it…I couldn’t believe it was anything I would ever be able to tolerate. Especially not when I was on the verge of turning 50. There are definitely some songs that I just can’t do. Colt Ford has pushed my buttons to the point of changing the station, but even he has a song out now that makes me sing out loud, much to the horror of the old ladies driving by shaking their heads at me.

And really, isn’t that the point? To just LOVE how a song makes you feel. To want to sing along at the top of your lungs without giving a single care about what anyone is going to think of you as you cruise on by belting out every single word of your favorite song…

Music just makes you feel…well, whatever it is that you are feeling at that moment.  There is always a song to make you feel better, one that reminds you of a memory, a person or a time in your life.

It makes us smile, dance, feel and believe that something new is always on the horizon. It kind of gives us hope. But mostly it gives us connection, to each other and ourselves.

And to all the people that make that happen, I want to say thanks…for everything. I know that there is no way I could have made it through without you and everything you do.

So before summer is over, get in your car, roll down the windows, crank it up and sing your heart out…