We were watching the CMA summer music festival on television the other night, and we were so astonished that so many of the performers were ones we have never heard before. AND the music, country music? No, I don’t believe it was that genre. There was no “Hello Darlin’,” “He Stopped Loving Her Today” or no “Boy Named Sue.”
And do you remember how the older stars like Porter Waggoner, Glen Campbell and Hank Williams dressed? There was more bling than a passel of “Red Hat Ladies.”
The night of the CMA special there was torn blue jeans, ratted tee shirts, bill caps, and tennis shoes. Though some of the ladies should have had on some more threads so that so much skin didn’t show through the dress-up clothes worn. What happened to the bling? I liked it.
The songs I grew up listening to were about lost loves, cheating, double-dealing, bluegrass and dance music. Now it’s message is a blend of pop, rock and hip-hop and words repeated over and over, and my old ears can’t even understand the words, so I just listen to the melody. There are only 12 different notes on the chromatic music scale that can be played on different instruments to get different sounds, but somewhere they have to overlap and sound the same. The older crooners used to put so much expression into their music — remember whispering Bill Anderson? He could bring me to tears when he sang “Still,” Now it’s one volume: booming. You can’t tell if they are singing about cheating, loving or fighting. I really miss the old country music, but I guess that’s because I’m old.
Roy and I used to love to dance and went quite often back in our frolicking days, but there would be no way we could sway to the new dance moves like the Shiggy, the Shoot or the Renegade or TikTok dances. I’m not sure, but if I walked in on any of these dances, I would probably think they were all having some type of tremors or shock vibrations and get the heck out of there.
I miss the old authentic country music — the slow ballads, the soft gentle music. But, if one of our young dancers walked in on any of our dances called the twist, the stroll or even the Watusi, they would think we had lost control of our faculties and put us all out to pasture.
DANCING CHICKEN
(Beer Can Chicken)
1 3-pound whole chicken washed and patted dry
Mix 1tablespoon dry rosemary, 1 tablespoon dry poultry seasoning, 1 tablespoon garlic powder, salt and pepper with 4 tablespoons olive oil. Rub mixtures all over the chicken. Place a cut up lemon and a cut up onion inside the chicken with 3 tablespoons butter. Push a full opened beer in the can inside the cavity and set in a deep lined pan. Bake at 375 degrees for 50 minutes. The liquid will help the chicken stay moist and tender. Use the liquid in the bottom of the pan after cooking for drizzling over chicken.
