Maybe I’m Too Hard on Country Music

Sorry folks, but I have been pretty hard on the country music industry lately and the writers supplying songs for it.

I shouldn’t write about this subject again but when we lunatics get something on our brains, it takes a lot to purge us of it.

But, I have been cured of my obsession.

Today, I heard a song on the radio by a singer from Australia who sounds like he was raised in Alabama (both places start and end with an “a”) and I need to apologize for implying that some country songs these days are somewhat hokey.

This one brought a tear to my eye. It is called, I Fell in Love in the Back of a Cop Car.

The reason I got all foggy over this one is I can relate. How many times have I fallen in love in the back of a cop car? More than a few. Sometimes with someone else who had been arrested, sometimes with the female arresting officer.

Any songwriter who can get a listener to feel his pain has hit a home run.

Now I will leave country music alone (no I won’t).

©2015 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.