I Used to Be Embarrassed about my Love for Country and Brad Roemer

Country music is more than music, it is a community of people stringed on together who rejoice in the love for what it means to be human. No fateful night can take away from what aspiring country music lovers know to be true. When I was in high school, I was shy to let people in about my love for country. When I would tell my classmates, they would make fun of me and say that I was a hillbilly. I even remember being too shy to blast Midland and LANCO in the school parking lot for fear that others would make fun of me. I never felt cool enough, because all the cool kids were listening to heavy metal, pop, R&B and rock songs. I felt like a needle in the haystack compared to general music tastes.

 

The Embarrassment of My Love for this Genre Was Real

It was only until I grew up that I let go and realized that what others think about my musical tastes does not matter. If I want to blast Brad Roemer on the radio when his song “Think a Little Country” comes on, then I’ll do it with no second thoughts. I found myself in country music, and was proud if anyone heard me listening or singing along to the lyrical ballads that I have grown to love. When you are an adolescent, it is normal to care more about what others have to think about you—your clothing, shoes, the eyeliner you wear… and the music you listen to showcase how popular you may be.
The Stories of Love and Growing Up

One thing I love about country music is the storytelling. In Brad Roemer’s song “Lustful for Friday”, he tells the story of a young girl falling in love with a man who didn’t even know she exists even though they cross paths at school every day. He’s the popular jockey guy while she is the shy, science nerd who is ambitious about scoring all those A+. Then one day they meet  on a Friday night college party fast-forward three years later and he doesn’t even recognize who she is but he falls deeply in love with her. She’s the smart, poised woman who respects her body and loves to go on a honkey tonk adventure every now and again. While she couldn’t recognize her for who she used to be since he never used to pay attention to her, she could see right through him. She didn’t like what she saw, after all those years… She wanted someone more loving and generous with his soul—someone who would have loved the person she was back when she was young if they had known each other. Roemer then sings on about how she rejects her for the gracefulness of speaking her truth. Following the stories of others’ love renditions make me fall more and more in love for a genre that I vow to never be embarrassed about again.

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