I have a confession.
I've been listening to country music.
A few weeks back, I was driving home and I was in a bit of a rough place, emotionally. I was tired of Matchbox Twenty and Maroon 5 repeats, so I flipped on the local country station - and it all just made sense. There was something comforting in it all, and I haven't switched back.
Now mind you, I'm a huge folk music fan, and my folk music choices tend to lean heavily on the country side anyway. And I grew up listening to the likes of Kathy Mattea, George Strait, Clint Black and early Garth Brooks and Tricia Yearwood (nevermind the classics like Willie Nelson that my dad used to play) - so country music? Not really a huge stretch - but it feels like going back home, if that makes any sense. Listening to the Dixie Chicks have made me happy for years, so it was just a matter of time.
I'm in love with anything Kenny Chesney (I'm waiting to get sick of "Don't Blink" - link to video) and as surprised as I am to say this - Carrie Underwood. And while Jay's at the Pats game and Sammy's sleeping, I'm downloading song after song off iTunes - favorites from my high school days like Travis Tritt's "Anymore" (seriously, slit the wrists now) and Collin Raye's "Love, Me" (why I listen to it over and over when it makes me cry I have no idea). And my new favorite play it over and over and over songs? "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off" by Joe Nichols (reminds me of a time pre-baby), and Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" (link to video - oh man, the seething wonderfulness of it all!).
Luckily, Jay seems to tolerate the sudden change in my playlists lately. I mean, how can you not totally rock out to a song like "Don't Rock the Jukebox"?





My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to
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