Back in January, my mother called and let me know that George Strait and Reba McEntire were coming in concert. My voice raised many octaves when I said that we were going, and there wasn't anything she could do to change my mind.
I grew up in a rock and roll household. My mom was a teenager in the 70's, with nothing but big brothers who liked Zeppelin and Lynyrd Skynyrd. She was 21 when she had me, so she and my father were still young and wanted to listen to music, drink, and smoke pot. All a normal part of everyone's childhood, yes?
But we are a musically eclectic family. My mom's father loved country, and that's what my mom grew up listening to. In the early 90's, I got the country bug, and rarely listened to anything else. I jumped from that to seriously hard heavy metal. Go figure.
I remember vividly the first time I saw the video for Reba McEntire's
Fancy. I was so very very little. I'd never heard the song before, but I watched the video, turned to my mother, and asked if it was a true story. Heh. She bought the cassette tape (wow, I'm old! Hi! Had record and 8-track players, too!), and I sat down with the little booklet and learned all of the words to the song.
Fancy is the first song I ever learned all the words to. It has an extremely special place in my heart.
I also used to sing it very drunkenly during karaoke. That's another story.