country.

have you ever noticed that when someone is trying to get to know you they will, without fail, ask you what type of music you like. i don't think they really care if you like rap or rock or goddamn show tunes and nursery rhymes. what they are really saying is, "please tell me you don't like country music."

now i like my fair share of music although i never recognize a song until it is almost half over and i don't really goto concerts or music fests. this includes lolla, coachella, sxsw, and whatever else. ok maybe i have kind of been to ultra or wmc or something. and by 'been to' i mean i happened to be in south beach at the time.

this brings me to my latest musical find. it is slightly disturbing seeing as how i once very innocently tried to give away 'kenny chestnut' tickets i won in college.  before i expose my shameful new listening habits i will preface by saying i have been coaxed into many a sunday night at houndstooth. if you live in chicago, you know exactly where this is going. (houndstooth: a country music playing bar that sells legit 40s and is located in wrigley.)

josh turner. i know all the words.

that's it. i'm done. i might as well toss out my susana monaco dresses & sam edelman pumps and call it a day.