I'm sitting in the back of the pickup cab when we pass the
fairgrounds.
My sister says, Oh yeah! there's a
country festival at the fairgrounds today! There's gonna be some famous people there, I should have made you go. Her boyfriend: you couldn't make me! I: Oh yeah, who's gonna be there? Anybody I know?
Doc Watson?
Oh shut up. You know what kind of country I listen to, and it's not that dumb stuff. Stop making fun of me.
It's pop music with cowboy hats and a fiddle buried in the mix, hon. But i don't say it.
On the way back, her boyfriend is talking about designing a custom
Porsche on the web, so I break out into
Lord, Won't You Buy Me A Mercedes-Benz. My sister giggles and says, you don't like country, but you sing like a
country singer. I said, hey, that's
Janis Joplin. She sang
blues.
Whatever.