guilty, as charged

I am a self-proclaimed lover of everything related to classic rock. Anyone who has spent any amount of time talking to me should know this. If it was a band/solo artist/song/etc from the era of classic rock, I'm almost guaranteed to love it. There are several bands that I cannot seem to get enough of, and are, but not limited to: Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Boston, Queen, Jethro Tull, and Lynyrd Skynyrd, to just name a few. Of course, as with all obsessions, there are always a few exceptions: e.g. Van Halen, The Talking Heads, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix {in moderation} Bruce Springsteen, etc. Despite the few anomalies, I feel confident in saying that I am a classic rock connoisseur.

And while my musical tastes are not limited to classic rock alone, it clearly dominates my listening endeavors. I enjoy a vast myriad of genres, yet classic rock has been, and will continue to be my first love. That being said, I have a confession; a guilty pleasure, if you will. I love country music. The style; those accents; the subject matter; I love it all. I am that girl you see driving down the road in a truck with South Carolina tags {which I'm sure only contributes to the stereotype} blaring country music. Something about it speaks to me.

I also wish, on almost a daily basis, that I had a John Williams soundtrack, composed for me, and only me that blared from the proverbial loudspeakers of my life.