First, this.
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Then, my credentials
My credentials for being a music critic stem from the influence of my paternal grandfather who played the clarinet.
This. Is my favorite piece of music in the world.
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I am not here to tell you of my passion for Mozart and Chopin’s Nocturns. I am writing to convince IVY League Graduates, frequent denizens of New York City’s Yale Club, of the virtue of Country Music.
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You are a tough nut to crack.
In addition I am especially writing to convince my son-in-law to love country music. Jade is a paramedic at the Anne Arundal Maryland Fire Department. Even though he has a long commute, I cannot convince him to listen to country music.
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I want my two-month old granddaughter Juliet to listen to Maddie & Tae just as I will ensure Juliet is instantly familiar with Mozart’s Piano Sonatas.
Jade, who graduated from high school in Central California hates country music. He does not dislike it. He hates it. As soon as Jade hears a twang he stops listening and wishes it would go away.
What follows are first the lyrics of a song by Maddie and Tae, I will tell you about this Texas duo, I will embed their most famous song “Girl in a Country. song.”
“Girl in a Country Song”
(“No country music was harmed in the making of this song, this is only a test-t-t.”)
Well, I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet
And it’s gettin’ kinda cold in these painted on cut-off jeans
I hate the way this bikini top chafes
Do I really have to wear it all day? (Yeah, baby)
I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin’ [whistle]
Sayin’, “Hey girl.” (“Hey, girl.”)
But you know I ain’t listenin’
‘Cause I got a name
And to you it ain’t “pretty little thing”, “honey” or “baby”
Yeah it’s drivin’ me red-red-red-red-red-red-redneck crazy
[Chorus:]
Bein’ the girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we’re good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we’re lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song
Well, shakin’ my moneymaker ain’t ever made me a dime
And there ain’t no sugar for you in this shaker of mine
Tell me one more time, “you gotta get you some of that”
Sure I’ll slide on over, but you’re gonna get slapped (Hah!)
These days it ain’t easy being that
[Chorus:]
Girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we’re good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we’re lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song (Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby)
Aww no, Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
Aww y’all, we ain’t a cliché
That ain’t no way
To treat a lady…
[Chorus:]
… like a girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we’re good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
(Woo)
We used to get a little respect
Now we’re lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
Down some old dirt road we don’t even wanna be on
And be the girl in a country song/…
Aww, no
(Ha-ha-ha…)
Before watching these videos, read the RULES first
Rules: Watch this video on mute. You are net ready to listen to the music. Do not turn on the volume until I return
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— Joel Solkoff