When I first met my dear Husband, he was a self-proclaimed rocker. Metallica, Guns n Roses, AC/DC. He claimed to have never heard of George Strait or the Dixie Chicks.
‘How do you not hear of the Dixie Chicks?’ I thought.
‘This should be fun…’ was an afterthought.
Every time I listened to MY stations or MY music, it always included Country, with a mix of Rock, Classical, Blues…you name it, I love it.
But the looks I got when a country song came on, I thought he would be ill.
He is a good man, sexy, handsome, hard-working. He loves me and would do anything for me. So I thought it was a small price to pay.
Country music was put on pause.
Every once in a while, a Johnny Cash tune would come on. He would start moving to it…singing, tapping a foot. I said, ‘What are you doing?’
‘What do you mean?…that’s not Country…’
‘It sure as Hell is! Johnny Cash IS Country…he is the King of Country!’
I was a bit resentful of the fact that I was no longer ‘allowed’ to listen to my music. I know that he did not forbid it…but I didn’t want to make him listen to something that would curl his hair. I’m a nice girl! But I really missed it.
He is a redneck. He has an old classic pickup truck that is loud & fast. He has tattoos, long hair and grease under his fingernails. He likes to ride his tractor with a straw hat and a cold beer onboard. How can he hate Country music? I pondered over this for years.
Finally, I decided if he was to listen to some of it unknowingly, say …in a movie perhaps…get to the know the stories behind some of the songs and singers…it might make a difference.
We have movie nights. We take turns picking the movies. Hey, if I have to sit through Star Wars, Star Trek and Stargate over and over ….and over again. He can watch a little ‘Pure Country’ with George Strait.
‘Why does it have ‘Country’ in the title?’
‘Because it takes place in the country….trust me, it’s a love story’
He liked it.
‘Not bad…for Country music’
Months later, it was my turn again…’Shut up and Sing’ starring the Dixie Chicks. Such a good movie, more like a documentary but still gets you fired up! And he loved the music. We laughed, we cried.
I thought, ‘Well at least I get these small bursts of ‘home’ to keep my spirit going.’ I grew up with Country music. And a Dad that played the guitar, wore cowboy hats, raced cars and got into trouble. He WAS Johnny Cash!
Last summer when we got married, my little Redneck picked out the music and got it all ready. There was a healthy dose of Dixie Chicks, Johnny Cash and George Strait…to name a few. His explanation?
‘Well it’s your day, too!’ 🙂
One day a few months ago, we got into his car and the radio was tuned to a Country station. My head flew around to look at him.
He said, ‘You know? There’s some really good songs on this station…You can hear the words and there’s actually stories to them!’
I said, ‘Yeah…I know..’
It got so that every time I was in his car, we were listening to Country. His radio in his garage is now permanently set to a Country station. He sings along to them. Knows the words. And is learning some of them on the guitar.
‘Yeah’ by Joe Nichols and ‘This is how we roll’ by Luke Bryan and ‘Automatic’ by Miranda Lambert.
I had a hard time coming to grips with this complete turnaround.
‘How come you’re not singing along Baby Girl?’
‘Because I don’t know the songs….I haven’t been listening for a few years!’
‘Well, you should listen to this stuff!’
But I’ll get ’em back. Yeah, yeah, yahyeahyeah…
The other night, we watched ‘Coalminer’s Daughter’ the life and story of Miss Loretta Lynn. It had been almost 25 years since I’d seen it. Hubby never had. I remember Friday & Saturday nights at my Grandparents’ camp up in the Tobique. We had a radio that played the Grand Ole Opry as I fell to sleep. When Loretta walked up on that stage and was introduced for the first time I thought my heart would burst. Through my tears I turned and looked at my perfect Redneck husband with wet cheeks. I knew he had been bitten as well. It’s just one more thing that we get to share now.
We laughed, we cried…we bonded in our love for Country 🙂