Did anyone catch the CMA's (Country Music Awards) Wed. night? I love country music...Oh, I feel it's time to share another little known fact about the Nap Warden...I don't know if you know, I was born and raised in the boondocks. I grew up goin' down to the crick to catch crawdads, having dirt clod fights, and throwing cow pies. Yep, this city chick is also a hick. Not to be confused with a hillbilly, I am definitely a hick. I can't explain why, but in growing up country, I have always loved country music. I remember going to county fairs where Alabama was playing, or Conway Twitty, or The Oakridge Boys (Dad took bro & sis to see the show, I was to young...pllllt!). Now, the bro hates country music...I don't know why, it didn't stick with him.
I spent a good twelve years of my life in the city trading stocks. If I wasn't trading, I was playing my guitar. There has always been a little piece of me that wanted to be a country singer. Watching the CMA's last night reminded me of that. I suppose being a country singer is one of those pipe dreams that was based nowhere in reality, kinda like every little boy wanting to be a baseball player...The problem with my little dream is that while I love singing and playing my guitar, I hated performing...ack! I did a few open mic's around the city, whew...talk about nerves! Definitely not me. There was always a part of me that thought I might just retire from trading, pack the guitar, move to Vail (hi Janet), and be an apres ski singer in a bar...That's more my speed. I loves me country music, I loves me George Straight, and for now I'll put my little CMA singer dreams right here with some Photoshop of course, on my little blog...and enjoy my imaginary moment on the CMA's...What about you all...any pipe dreams out there? Or am I alone in my insanity;)