I used to be the kind of person who hated anything popular. And in Texas country music has always been popular. So I mercilessly mocked anyone who enjoyed it. “So is your cousin any good in bed?” “What has 103 fingers and 32 teeth? The front row at a Garth Brooks concert.” I have dozens of jokes about being stupid, inbred, toothless, smoking cigarettes, going to Walmart, and other stereotypical things associated with being a country music fan.
I’m still not a fan but sometime in the last 10-12 years or so I stopped giving a shit what anyone else liked. If it’s not for me but it’s not hurting anyone I just don’t care if someone likes country or pop, movies with popular actors, wants to dress in a way I see as weird, likes food that I don’t enjoy, or whatever.
I wish I could go back and change it because I know I made some people feel bad for enjoying what they like.
Garth Brooks was my personal Jesus (aside from Jesus) as a southern tween/teen, but I still have several bones to pick with him, among them Chris Gaines/The Lamb and a particular Walmart-exclusive concert at which I was the only attendee in my little town, making me feel even more like a total ass. Oh, and this. Yeeeeeah. But deep down I’m still pretty sure I’m gonna be in his band one day. And then usurp him as the new Garth.
…so, like, it was a walmart-exclusive live television broadcast?..was there a live audience at the perfromance or was he just playing to an empty studio?..how’d that work, like, did they set up chairs in front of a special big-screen at each location or did you just stand around the electronics department for two hours?..
…garth brooks reminds me a lot of taylor swift; totally not my jam but you do you…
YEP! I planned around it and my parents agreed to take me. I approached the electronics department of my then-local Columbus, GA Walmart Supercenter expecting a hoppin’ soiree. This is Garth. He doesn’t do anything small. HERE. WE. GO! Instead, it was just me. Standing in the electronics department. At Walmart. Watching the “concert” on the wall of TVs.
I DEFENDED THAT MAN TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY when he pulled his Chris Gaines/The Lamb schizophrenic breakdown bullshit. He put me in the position of defending the indefensible. “Oh, no, you don’t understand, it’ll all make more sense when The Lamb comes out!” WHERE’S THE FUCKING LAMB, GARTH!?
…hah!..well that kind of superfandom commands my respect even if the material doesn’t earn it: dorks dorking-out over dorky things are always cool in my opinion…
Nah I get why you hated it, most country is utter trash since most of it is Nashville country and fuck Nashville country. Also over the last 10 or so years music streaming has gotten become increasingly ready and available meaning it’s easier to avoid such trash. Though I’m partial to bluegrass, Reno, and Bakersfield country which have somewhat gone back to their more folkish roots.
I think this is more for the random person that attacks people for being fans of things eg adults attacking adults because they like Legos
I used to be the kind of person who hated anything popular. And in Texas country music has always been popular. So I mercilessly mocked anyone who enjoyed it. “So is your cousin any good in bed?” “What has 103 fingers and 32 teeth? The front row at a Garth Brooks concert.” I have dozens of jokes about being stupid, inbred, toothless, smoking cigarettes, going to Walmart, and other stereotypical things associated with being a country music fan.
I’m still not a fan but sometime in the last 10-12 years or so I stopped giving a shit what anyone else liked. If it’s not for me but it’s not hurting anyone I just don’t care if someone likes country or pop, movies with popular actors, wants to dress in a way I see as weird, likes food that I don’t enjoy, or whatever.
I wish I could go back and change it because I know I made some people feel bad for enjoying what they like.
Edit: fixed a word.
That’s pretty good
To be fair, garth brooks is for people with questionable taste. If the person making the music ISN’T inbred, I don’t want to hear it.
Garth Brooks was my personal Jesus (aside from Jesus) as a southern tween/teen, but I still have several bones to pick with him, among them Chris Gaines/The Lamb and a particular Walmart-exclusive concert at which I was the only attendee in my little town, making me feel even more like a total ass. Oh, and this. Yeeeeeah. But deep down I’m still pretty sure I’m gonna be in his band one day. And then usurp him as the new Garth.
…so, like, it was a walmart-exclusive live television broadcast?..was there a live audience at the perfromance or was he just playing to an empty studio?..how’d that work, like, did they set up chairs in front of a special big-screen at each location or did you just stand around the electronics department for two hours?..
…garth brooks reminds me a lot of taylor swift; totally not my jam but you do you…
YEP! I planned around it and my parents agreed to take me. I approached the electronics department of my then-local Columbus, GA Walmart Supercenter expecting a hoppin’ soiree. This is Garth. He doesn’t do anything small. HERE. WE. GO! Instead, it was just me. Standing in the electronics department. At Walmart. Watching the “concert” on the wall of TVs.
I DEFENDED THAT MAN TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY when he pulled his Chris Gaines/The Lamb schizophrenic breakdown bullshit. He put me in the position of defending the indefensible. “Oh, no, you don’t understand, it’ll all make more sense when The Lamb comes out!” WHERE’S THE FUCKING LAMB, GARTH!?
…hah!..well that kind of superfandom commands my respect even if the material doesn’t earn it: dorks dorking-out over dorky things are always cool in my opinion…
Nah I get why you hated it, most country is utter trash since most of it is Nashville country and fuck Nashville country. Also over the last 10 or so years music streaming has gotten become increasingly ready and available meaning it’s easier to avoid such trash. Though I’m partial to bluegrass, Reno, and Bakersfield country which have somewhat gone back to their more folkish roots.
Spoken like a true Lego lass