I heard a Plugger whining on the radio today!

Er, singing.

I had a doctor appointment at 8:30 this morning in the city, and there was black ice on some of the roads, so all the driving was insane, so we had to listen to the radio. Mom's the driver, Mom still likes country music, we listened to country music.

Luckily, I stopped the Toby Keith song in its tracks, but still caught this by Jason Michael Carrol, called "Where I'm From." It's just whiny as hell, and the bit I heard reminded me of Pluggers.

On a three hour flight from Memphis to LA
I was silently celebrating my first class upgrade
Laughing at my jeans and my boots
Beside those high dollar shoes and Armani suits

I turned it down and was like "But the whole California culture is laidback, everyone wears jeans, who gives a damn about blue jeans?"

That's what I heard.

Now I'm looking at the rest of the lyrics.

I did not know Pluggers had recording contracts.

I said I'm from the front pew of a wooden church
The courthouse clock still don't work
Where a man's word means everything
Where moms and dads were high school flames
Gave their children grandmothers maiden names
It may not sound like much
But its where I'm from

...

Where the quarterback dates the homecoming queen
The trucks are ford and tractors green
And amazing Grace is what we sing
There's a county fair every fall
Your friends are there every time you call
Yeah It may not sound like much but it's
Where I'm from

I used to love country music, and it was stuff like this that drove me away. I could not handle the sap, the feeling of persecution and being the best of the best that went hand in hand.

It's like, you may look down on me, but I'm better than you, because my way of life is simpler. Why is simpler better? BECAUSE IT IS. City folks ask too many questions.