We’re almost halfway through the Countdown, and I’m getting a bit worn down. I haven’t been sleeping well for the past few weeks (Does it feel like I make that excuse a lot? I’m sure as hell getting tired of it.), work’s been nuts, and, thanks to a tragic combination of laziness and perfectionism, writing one of these posts takes me at least an hour each night. Number seven’s going to be a fairly long-winded post, and I’ll need more energy than I have at present.
So I’m taking the night off. I’m going to lean on you guys a little to keep this interesting, though.
I finally broke down the other day and bought Reba McEntire’s latest album. Overall, I’m not that impressed (it largely conforms to all of the archetypes in post-millenium country music that I hate, but that’s a post for another, well-rested day). But here’s the one song off of it that I really think lives up to her earlier material. What do you guys think?
If you lack any strong opinions about the music, does her apparent face lift bother you at all? On the one hand, I don’t want to be judgemental about stuff like that. It’s not like I can’t empathize with the vanity, and I have this sneaking suspicion that, given the exposure and disposable income of a country star, I’d be unable to stop myself from dropping some serious cash on extensive electrolysis. But she looks like a different person now, and the lack of continuity between the late-thirties McEntire of my childhood and the mid-fifties McEntire of the present is disconcerting and depressing. Why can’t anyone just look like they’re supposed to anymore? Maybe I’m just being too selfish and entitled as a fan, holding her to standards that I probably couldn’t hold myself to. What do you guys think?