Today’s post is inspired by… country music! Have you ever been sitting in a rocking chair, watching the birds, trying to identify which call is coming from the trees? Is it a cardinal? A hawk? A mockingbird? But then you scrap those questions to meet up with the boys to go cruising for chicks?
No, you haven’t. I haven’t either. Why? Because people who care about refilling the bird feeder aren’t going to clubs on the weekend. There’s a giant age gap. I was listening to country radio the other day, yeah the radio still plays music, and a Kenny Chesney song came on. Now before I say what I’m about to say, I want to say this: I like Kenny Chesney. Some of his songs are at the top of my list for country favorites, and by golly an all-time any-genre favorite is “Anything But Mine.” What a fantastic song. But I was listening to the radio and there was a 57-year-old man singing about the awesome experiences of high school. First love, going out on a Friday night, football games, and that girl you like in class.
Umm, Kenny, you’re 57 years old. Blink twice if you forgot high school was 40 years ago! It’s time to move on. I guess I could find some high school yoots and ask them if an artist like Kenny Chesney is relevant to their generation. Maybe they love his relatable music? I don’t know. I’m not about to approach a high schooler though. I can think of 17 other things I’d rather do.
I starting feeling really awkward listening to whatever song that was. Dang it, I made a mental note to remember which song so I could write about it later, but hey, I’m 46 years old and my memory sometimes has hiccups. That’s normal for someone in their 40s and 50s. Singing about touchdowns and prom queens is not.
-Out of the Wilderness
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