The Beaver

Saturday, I was listening to The Beaver, which is some radio station in the hinterlands and I was having a good time because they were playing songs I have no compunction about singing at the top of my lungs, even in front of strangers–“Family Tradition,” “Shut Up and Kiss Me,” “Forever and Ever, Amen,” and so on.

But the rest?

Oh, lord, I know it’s such a cliche to complain about country music, but listening to the radio right now about makes me want to kiss Miranda Lambert on the mouth.  Because every other song you hear on the radio is about some dude discovering the wisdom of his parents and the way things used to be, usually because of the transformative love of a woman.  Over and over and over again.  The exact same damn song with slight variations.

It’s as if the rows of houses that are all the same, and no one seems to care, from “Pleasant Valley Sunday” became country’s playlist,

8 thoughts on “The Beaver

  1. I have to disagree with you about that, B; you’re completely ignoring all the songs about sitting somewhere, preferably a beach in the Caribbean, with a beer in hand, getting over the stress of living in one of those houses. I hate them even more.

  2. “Mr. Green, he’s so serene, he’s got a TV in every roo…ooo.. om.”

    I’m with Beth. Thanks a lot, B.

  3. If you had been like me and stringently avoided the Monkees in the first place, you wouldn’t be having this problem now.

  4. You could change the station to a Rap/Hiphop/R&B station and listen to men singing about going to clubs, finding a hot woman and wanting to f*&k her and boasting about how badly she wants him. Generally this is done in very explicit language. That gets old after awhile, too. However, I do find the sappy country music even more irritable because it’s all a throwback to the fantasy of a 1950’s that never existed.

  5. How bout some classic 3 Six Mafia…

    Ass, and titties.
    Ass, and titties.
    Ass, and titties.
    And big-bootied bitches.

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