After re-powering with some BBQ, Emily and I headed out for a night of country music - something neither of us are that in to.Still, we had an amazing time dancing the night away. I think I may have frightened Em. when I proved I knew every word to The Devil Went Down to Georgia. Other songs? Not so much. There was something about rockin you like a wagon wheel...and of course save a horse, ride a cowboy...oh and the moter boat song. We sadly could not get into my bar of choice, where awesome new songwriters sing. So we were stuck with cover bands. And I'll say, I do like some old country, but it's just gotten bad. I think people need to take a cue from Nashville (the show). Some amazing songs there. The pop stuff? Sucks.
Oh and we had a bar slut. And a creeper. Seriously, this guy did a funky side step all the way across the bar. Took him 5 minutes to make it over to us. then he kind of danced next to me. But never asked me to dance. And later just stared at me. Just a very socially awkward guy. Who then got asked to moter boat an old lady. The song is magical. It's about a boat...and boobs. At the same time. So clever.
Seriously...how can you have trash like this (and this isn't the worst thing we heard):
And then magic like this (oh Nashville, I do love you):
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