I have been sad lately because the morning show I listen to decided to switch to country. Ms M and I have loved, well liked, the Bobby Bones show for years. It has been our show when we were sick of listening to Kelly Raspberry talk about Emma Kelly.
So Ms M and I tried to listen to Bones on his new station. Tried is the operative word here. Unfortunately our ears cringe when we hear country music. Let's go in our lemony time machine and find out why...
Its Freezing Balls!
We had the luck of sitting with- let's call her -Swinger Sally at work. We call her Swinger Sally because she was an avid (?) swinger. Not sure if that is the correct adjective for a swinger, but anyways, she did it a lot. And then would come to work and share her swinging tales. How you ask does this affect our feelings toward country music? Well, she was the biggest fan of the honky tonk. Rockin the boots, the buckle and even working part time at a western wear store on some nights and weekends. This leads to Ms M and I correlating that country music goes with crabs. No, not the crabs you find for sale at the store or along a pretty beach... (At least I hope not). We speak of the down under crabs.
So dear Bobby Bones, I am truly glad to not have to hear Kesha every five minutes during your show, but can you please limit the number of songs that remind us of crusty country crabs? If you love us, you will stick to playing Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson, and lay off playing "She Cranks My Tractor"... Thanks!
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