Thanks for following the whims and fancies of this writer thus far. That’s all you’ll be hearing from me for the rest of the year, not that there’s much left of it. My corneas will be going under the knife in a few hours’ time. Will be back in not too long more!
A last song for now.
Ladies and gentlemen, our last act of the year, Tim McGraw.
One of my very favourites. Played the mp3 so much that it broke. Don’t ask me how. It did.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mister Garth Brooks.
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P.S. It’s Christmas Day, and instead of going out and doing stuff, I’m still in my pyjamas at 4 p.m., posting country music videos. I love country music.
Well, in case you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m showcasing country music on this blog as my little contribution towards educating residents of our little tropical mother-island. You can be sure I’d meet lots of resistance. As BGF says, “but I don’t like country music!”
In case you think country music’s all old and dusty because you watched the Slim Whitman clip, here’s an example of how country music can also rock. No pun intended.
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight on our show, Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow.
Those who watched the movie Mars Attacks will surely remember the silly costumes (diaphanous red underpants), funny one-liners (“Don’t run! We are your friends!”) and the song that exploded the Martians’ brains.
A silly song it might have seemed to some and the identity of the singer is lost to most, which is a most unfortunate thing as he has a lovely voice and is undoubtedly one of the best yodellers ever recorded.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, Slim Whitman.