Letters to Country Music Artists: Bucky Covington

Dear Bucky,

I used to think it was safe to say things like "You don't know me, but . . ." or "You've probably never read my website . . ." when beginning letters, but after hearing your song today, I'm not so sure it's the truth.

You see, I have a blog.  Sometimes, I write letters to country music artists.  Despite an intense distaste for Top 40 radio country, I still consider myself a country music fan, and I still listen to country radio from time to time just to see what is new out there, hoping to catch a glimpse of the country music I have always loved, which somehow became "Americana" or "roots" or "grungegrass" or "red dirt" or "alt.country" or "new traditionalist".

So anyway.  I write letters.  I don't usually assume that real country music stars ever read them, but then I heard your song "A Different World", which begins like so:

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank
Our cribs were covered in lead based paint

And that's when I knew.  You guys really are paying attention.  Because there's no way in hell that somebody starts a song like that unless they are BAITING ME for a letter.  The only time I've ever been more convinced a song was begging for my letter-writing attention was the "Rockin' the Beer Gut" incident.  Which ended badly.  For all of us with ears, I'd say.

So.  Bucky.  It's cool.  Just say hi next time.  Maybe raise your eyebrows and buy me a beer, or send an email asking if I'm available for dinner and a movie.  You don't have to sink to this level.  Don't be shy.  Just tell me you're interested.  I'll pay attention to you.

Love,

Janey