you can take the boy from the country…

but you can’t take the country from the boy.

Driving to and from work today, I caught myself singing along with Hank Williams Jr. more than once. I’ve started to get back into country music lately, and was shamelessly singing along with “A Country Boy Can Survive” and “Family Tradition” off his Greatest Hits album.

I guess that’s what I get for being a country radio DJ (KRPT 103.7 FM, 850 AM) in a small Oklahoma country town for four years. I worked 6pm-midnight Tuesday through Friday and from noon-6pm Saturday and Sunday, from my sophomore year of high school till I graduated, and then did occasional fill-in part-time shifts during my first semester of college (school was only 17 miles away).

I don’t care much for today’s “hat rock” – the newest stuff I want to listen to is early Garth Brooks and Alan Jackson, the music I was playing in 1991. When I started at the station, we were still playing some music off 45RPM records, and everyone celebrated when we finally switched to an entirely-CD music library.

One thought on “you can take the boy from the country…

  1. When I was younger, I absolutely despised country music. Don’t know why. Just did. Hated westerns too.

    Now, I can’t get enough of either. Dwight Yokam? Hellz yeah. Robert Earl Keen? Ultra-keen. Shane? Sweet Jesus.

    I don’t know what’s going on. The next thing you know I’ll start eating vegetables.

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