That was a beatdown from the Sooners. Lotta points on that board against another top team. They'll make a good case to push 'Bama aside if they don't do the same to Vandy.
P.S. Could say the same about Steve McQueen, but he was the original lone range rider. His Thomas Crown Affair is 10 times better than Pierce Brosnan's version.
Garth Brooks. Bah! I do have two or three of his CDs but he's not one of my favorites by even a stretch of the imagination...and
Friends, while a good party/drinking song (but
Longneck Bottle is better)...ain't much to write home about. Nah, the one and only song of his that really speaks to my heart is
Belleau Woods (but he didn't write it).
Not too old at all, my friend. And I would've pegged you for hittin' me up. And I'm definitely with you on these selections of
real country singers. Junior is a joke; I own nothing of his. But the
Complete Collection of Hank is a treasured collection. I mean, c'mon Jr, if you're gonna be a Bad ***, at least do it with David Allan Coe's flare. Now them's some drinkin' (and f-n) songs.
And, finally, I'll give a big nod to a real Queen of Country, Ms. Cline. Never had the pleasure to see her live as she passed just before my time. A true Virginia Legend. One of the last things I took my mother to before she died was a Cline Tribute show and we both had a blast.
My musical history is literally all over the map. Both of my parents were children of the Depression, one here, one in WWII Germany. The Radio was everything to them and they both loved music. Dad still loves the Big Band Sound and the musicals of the 50s and 60s. My girls can sing Do-Re-Mi forwards and backwards so the brainwashing continued on to yet another generation. My mother was in love with Elvis and so I heard it over and over and over. Still like it, even as kitsch as it is.
Jailhouse Rock will forever be one of my Rock'n'Roll standards.
But...I went to a, ah, minority high school and my friends' music influenced me mightily. I went to see
Prince live...when he was the warm-up act for Morris Day and The Time. Skinny, slightly twisted little piece of S...but talented as all get-out.
Then, after college, I learned that White Guys...would dance to Country (especially if they'd had enough beer or bourbon). I acquired the taste to three of those four: dancing white guys (married one), Country music (it fills the CD cabinet) and bourbon (love the brown stuff a bit too much at times). Beer, despite my German heritage, you can keep.
Nah, but they can still run down my family car...and give me a ticket.
Sorry, I know I asked to move on to other subjects...but as you can tell, I love music too. We can move on again. Or talk some more about it.