Just Another Day in Paradise

I was never really a huge country music fan when I was growing up. When I was a little kid and my dad still drove his little black Ford F-150 we would listen to 93Q and sing along to George Strait and Alan Jackson, but we outgrew those days pretty quickly and soon I was listening to Ryan Seacrest's American Top 40 every Sunday morning and my love of country was hidden deep down, only to be awoken when I left for college.

I already said "howdy" as my greeting to most people, why not listen to the music that I remember first? There's a cassette tape recording of me as a five year old singing "I like it, I love it, I want some more of it," and I did want some more of it. I already had the motto that every Texan should own a pair of cowboy boots, and it wasn't long before I thought that every Texan should know how to line dance.

There's just something about country music that suits the summer. Whether it's driving, going to the beach, sitting by the lake, doing fireworks on the Fourth of July, going camping, sitting by the fire singing songs late at night, or staying up and sleeping in, there's a part of country music in the spirit of summer, and it makes me love doing things.

I spent the weekend at the lake a few days ago, and the only music that I thought was suitable to play off the dock was my rodeo playlist. Talking about my "ass in the water, toes in the sand", "barefoot bluejean nights", and girls in bikinis just seemed right. It really was "just another day in paradise".

I'm home now, but I'm still filled with summer spirit. I'm antsy to get up and go do crazy things, drive all day and see how far I can get, cook new foods, never sleep, have the time of my life. That's what summer is about, I reckon.

Get to it, y'all.