Why, Taylor, why?

There are very few musicians that I can't stand. My playlists range from country to reggae to hard rock, and classical.
But I can not for the life of me fathom why, why people like Taylor Swift. Matter of fact, Taylor led me to a rant and letters when she won CMA's Entertainer of the year over Kenny Chesney and several other deserving people. I mean, let's face it, she recycles the same video, can't sing a note on key in person, and pretends to play the guitar. Entertainer? I don't think so.

So watching her new Back to December video during the Top 20 Countdown this week, I was yet again amazed to see it reached number one. Are the kids who are listening to music truly tone deaf? Do they not realize that is a really stupid song about someone who breaks someone's heart, and is still self centered enough to want to get back together because they miss that person? And so I say, please person in the song, string Taylor along, and dump her unceremoniously back into her White Horse/Back to December apartment in her You Belong With Me glasses. I'm sure she hates your stupid old pickup truck anyway.

And please guys, don't disregard her tone deafness as age. Frankly any of the 15 year olds who auditioned for American Idol this week, could out sing her. Frankly, I could out sing her. I hope she goes to Hollywood, where she can simply be a pretty face, and stop torturing me on the radio. I'd pay good money for a TSwift free radio station.

I will say I liked the scarf the dumped guy was wearing in the video. It was quite a lovely gray knitted scarf. Evidently Taylor has pretty good taste in clothes for her dumped boyfriends. Much better than her taste in music.

Change

I have several friends going through hard times right now. Change, whether planned or unplanned is hard. Unexpected change can be bitter, and change because of betrayal is even worse.

Here is a song I play when I'm feeling lost.


"Welcome to where ever you are, this is your life you've made it this far. Welcome you gotta believe right here right now, you're exactly where you're supposed to be. Be who you wanna be, be who you are. Everyone's a hero, everyone's a star. When you're about to give up, when your hearts about to break, remember that you're perfect. God makes no mistakes."

Why are there no bathrooms on exit ramps?

One of my goals this year (ever noticed I am a goal oriented person? I say it's a good trait) was to go to more concerts. I love concerts, and I have a list of people to see in concert. I've been holding true to this, so far this year, I've been to concerts featuring, Miranda Lambert, Justin Moore, Brad Paisley, STING!!!!!!!!!!

ahem, and now tonight I went to see Lee Ann Womack, Reba, and George Strait. Awesome concert, right? Anyone would want to go. (everyone who hates country music and therefore has no taste be quiet!) Only problem, a really, really tight time frame, working a zillion hours in the days running up to the concert, and of course having to leave the next day for a 3 day trip. You only live once afterall, may as well pack it all in.

So we were dashing to the city tonight, a mere 40 minutes before the start of the concert. I really need to use the restroom. Hmm. I can make it, I can hold it till we get to the concert no problem. Easy.

We pull off the freeway, passing by the first parking ramp cause it's like a 6 block walk. Then, we stop. Freeze. Absolutely no movement. For 15 minutes. We are down to 20 minutes to the start of the show. and I REALLY have to go to the bathroom! And we go around a corner. And get stopped again. This time, by a film crew. Seriously. Shooting a movie. In the street. Before a concert. 2 blocks from the entrance. And I REALLY HAVE TO PEE! We sit. I am now staring at businesses, and the restroom likeliness and gauging whether either person in my car would be capable of taking over the wheel in this traffic mess.

Finally, we're past the movie shoot, and then WHAM! Cars stopped in the street turned off. Possibly the film crews. Now I am flashing back to a bad memory of a playoff game, another great idea to take my nephews, no parking and no bathrooms that culminated in me shoving the kids out of the car to meet my boyfriend while I drove in circles, and at one point double parked and ran into some middle eastern restaurant past everyone to frantically use the restroom apologizing while running back out to hop back in the illegally parked blocking traffic car. But I digress. So finally, I cut in front of another car, narrowly missing them, dash through a changing light past a traffic cop and slide into the correct garage. We hop out and I NEED TO GO POTTY!!! We have 10 minutes to concert time and race through 3 skyways (this stupid city is all skyways, something to do with snow and the uninhabitable winters) and around a corner. BAM! Line. Huge line. Cause twentybajillion people are waiting to enter the concert.

Now, I spent some time here, several hours once, attending a political rally. As this is striving to be a politics free blog, that's all I'll say except, that I know, the closest restrooms are 2 more skyways down by some restaurants. So I grab my ticket, leave my frazzled concert goers and go racing out to the restroom.

I get there. It's closed. I could not make this up. Seriously, it's closed. I look at my options. Piano bar. Cover charge, dang, I'm out of cash. Applebees! Awesome! Chain restaurant, I know how this works, I can threaten to write a letter if they won't let me in! So I go racing over. The following conversation is verbatim:

Me "I'm sorry, I really need to use your restroom" Host: "there's a public one just around the corner" Me: It's closed, I need to use yours". host: "It is? I'm not allowed to let you use ours" me: Me "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I need to use YOUR restroom. Where is it?" Host: (looking shaken and a little scared) in very small voice - "in the corner over there".

Mission accomplished, I run out the doors, back through the 2 skyways and into the venue.



The concert, by the way was AWESOME!!! Totally worth it. I'm just going to write some letters on the possibility of adding public restrooms to exit ramps or something.

Dear Kenny

Dear Kenny,

Please don't think that my new obsession with Spencer Day has any bearing on our relationship.

I realize that you and I are soulmates, and that you sing directly to me, when you're singing. I know you even wrote On the Coast of Somewhere Beautiful about me. We won't even talk about Soul of a Sailor, or The Road and the Radio. I am still going to knit you a cover for your guitar case, and we can totally discuss the marriage and kid thing. I'd never rule it out.

Spencer Day is merely a young man who caught my fancy. I mean, can I be blamed for haunting iTunes waiting for Hemingway's Whiskey to come out. And when I heard his soulful amazing voice, it made me feel things, especially Someday and Out of My Hands Obviously I am seriously conflicted right now. But never fear dear Kenny, Spencer, will never hold my heart the way you do. He's just my rainy day melancholy boy with the amazing voice. He will never replace you.

I mean, here I am, listening to your new CD as it downloads. I downloaded it as soon as it was available. I practically shut iTunes down attempting to get the copy first. Did I do that for Spencer? Absolutely not, his CD had been out a year before I found it. And only for you, did I stay home to watch Invitation Only (I realize my invite was lost in the mail, I understand). I even finished your blue mittens for you while watching! I know you don't need them in the islands but I thought maybe you'd be coming north for the holidays.

I will listen to you all night dear Kenny, especially Seven Days and Coastal. It makes me fall in love all over again. And remember, I can quit my job any day to move down south. Just whisper the words..

Your Soulmate