In 1978, I left the preppy, pop music land of suburban Chicago home & set off for my freshman year at Cornell College in Iowa.
At Joe’s Bar, I was confronted by a country music ONLY jukebox, thinking “Where the hell have I landed?”
The answer? Heaven.
Despite peer pressure to spin BTO or ELO or Boston, I had more than a feeling about putting Willie, Dolly, Kenny & all who’ve followed (dusty boots and all) onto my turntable and pressing play.
From records to tape cassettes, cds, iTunes, Pandora, Spotify, SiriusXM & whatever gadgets come next: my music playlist always comes with a twang & fiddle.
I have spawned at least one child who has joined the ranks and files of serious diehard country music fans, something that makes incredibly country proud.
Corey – nearly time to head to Nashville?