Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Heartbreak can turn ANYONE into a country singer
I almost drove to Tennessee two days ago to start a career as a country singer. No, seriously. I've embraced my impulsiveness, no matter how expensive and reckless it may seem. It's "of the moment," and I'm good with that.
Originally I was supposed to leave for Europe Sept 1st, then a few things came up that pushed my trip back to Sept 15th....which seems like light years away, when you're in the midst of (considering) recreating your entire identity, strapping on some chaps and getting a purse large enough for Aqua Net and Velcro rollers.
Coming to terms with something being "over" is something I've never liked. I'd rather something taper off until one day you're like, "hm. How did that end?" or "Strange, I haven't talked to that person in awhile." I suppose, "The Taper" is really just what cowards do to avoid the inevitable, so call me cowardly.
In my futile attempt to move forward; forward from my New York life, forward from my L.A. life, FORWARD from my "him being the only guy in my life forever" life, I've moved into what is now a country singing, traveling gypsy who lives on wine and cheese plates. Even when I move to the next chapter, I return to the old ones A LOT. Sure, it's different every time, but NEW is on my horizon.
I texted Nicole and told her to meet me there, in Nashville. I was ready and wanting anyone that was ready to bring their cowboy boots, their hankering for BBQ, their best line dancing moves and their shotguns to accompany me. Yeah bitches, shotguns.
Country music does that people. I can go from yoga peace loving hippie to Levi wearing, shotgun yielding, tobacco chewing cowgirl. Miranda Lambert needs to be my new best friend...maybe real girls are made of gunpowder and lead? Or maybe the reason I've migrated over to country lately is I understand the common themes in the music: family, love, heartbreak, home, and beer. Mm, beer.
Maybe, I just like the idea of things being simpler. Less deadlines, less cryptic speaking and less time worrying about "playing your cards right." I like the idea of being happy with a ranch and your favorite horse. I love the idea of a gentleman picking me up in a truck, hopping out to open the door for me and then surprising me with a bouquet full of wild daisies on the seat, or a picnic by a creek and a tree with a tire swing. I love the idea of someone simply, letting themselves fall in love. Is this real? Or did I see that in Hope Floats....or something?
I like the idea of things that we make so complicated, just being what they are. Courting someone shouldn't be brain surgery. Feeling your emotions and putting them into the proper outlets shouldn't be so daunting. Falling in love shouldn't be met with question every single time. Saying YES to something new shouldn't be as scary as we make it out to be. Living contently doesn't mean we stop striving or growing but we appreciate.
Baggage should be less heavy. People should be more trusting and trustworthy. Loyalty should just be, because we only get one life and the people we're given should be cherished. Dessert shouldn't be seen as a number, as calories, or guilt it should just be exactly what it is, delicious.
Why are fixing what isn't even broken? Are we meant to sabotage certain things to learn the lesson, to stick our hands in the pot and start stirring what was already perfect at a soft simmer, is the simplicity of things just being good too hard for us to handle???
Who knows, maybe after my trip to L.A. (where I will be hanging with the lovely Nicole Antoinette) and my journey across the water I'll head to country, cowboy boots in tow. That is if I can manage to keep things....simple.
Until then, I'm brushing up on my country repertoire....what's your favorite country tune??? and why??