Are you ever listening to a record and feel like your mind has been transported?
You go somewhere else. You hear it, feel it, smell it; for all intents and purposes, you are in a different place. This record did that very thing to me.
My dad’s parents lived in Castalian Springs, Tennessee when I was a kid. I have vivid memories of riding in the car, late at night, on Highway 231 from their house to our house in Murfreesboro. In those memories I’m drinking an IBC Root Beer in the backseat, watching the stars, and listening to the country music from WSIX coming out of the speakers.
Country Squire is the same kind of country music.
This record is fiddle-driven, banjo-pickin’ music. It is full of twangy guitars and twangy vocals.
Lyrically, Country Squire is very much a traditional country record. There are sweet songs. There are tongue-in-cheek songs. There are songs to drink to and songs to smoke weed to.
This is the album you need to play for people who say that all new country music sucks. Modern country music doesn’t suck. Modern country music they play on the radio sucks.
My favorite track: All Your’n