I can't help it. Oh, I'm trying. Yes I am. But no matter where the inspiration starts, it ends up in the country. I have half a ream of paper with half completed rhynmes. Every ones a country hit to play in 4/4 time. DAMMIT, there I go again. Some of them are good, but they're all country. Want to know a secret? I don't listen to country, and I don't know more than a couple dozen country songs all the way through - and those are the Garth and Trish Yearwood CDs my wife brought home. So what is it that is drawing me to these country rhymes? It's the stories. Nothing accomodates a story like a country song, except maybe a folk song. If you don't like country lyrics, bear with me. Or don't. Well, these things come full circle, so I guess the best I can do is write my way though it, and hope it's just a phase. The only problem is, I'm getting old. I don't have time for too many more phases like this. Of course, I might just start to like country a whole lot more and devote the rest of my life to it - God help me!

actually, pop country is what sucks...
oh, and perhaps those silly love ballads, but ain't that poppish as well...?
real country, honky-tonk, rockabilly, bluegrass, folk and blues are wonderful
or at least can be...
so continue on this train of thought and make no more damn excuses
as to why the hell you're doin' it...