The Country's Country Music At The Top Of Their Lungs

Juliet tilts her head to the side and ponders over the extremely general question. "Ice cream," She decides after a short moment of pause. "I want a strawberry and vanilla cone with a lot of sprinkles on top."

Republican presidents have often visited the spiritual home of country music, the Grand Ole Opry. Many of them think country music is a way of showing American pride. Country Music worships cowboy pride as well. Many country music artists have taken their genre of music way outside Nashville. A well known artist who became a country prodigy, also known as the “Man In Black”, Johnny cash, triumphed his way into fame by using his songs and lyrics to relate to others.

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

Immigrants brought their music to this land and continued to sing their songs, remembering those they’ve left behind in their journeys all while creating new moments and memories. None of the music was written down, rather, it was passed on orally. The music they brought really was the roots of music as we know it today. Throughout this episode, the various stories told follow the origins of American roots music and its development through the 1920s. As the episode begins, the images and sounds of flowing water can be seen and heard. These images and sounds are used to describe the understanding that music in our country can be compared to a stream – constantly flowing to different areas and times,

To any passer we looked like a trio heading to the beach, trying to find release from the suffocating, Florida humidity. The two in front looked remarkably similar; tan, tall with sharp jawlines and dirty blond hair. The girl was showing off her thin physique, in a crop tops and booty short, with her short hair tied back in a baby pony tail. The boy looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model, from the perfectly sculpted hair that he put hours into, and name brand khaki shorts. They appeared as if they were in a sibling tiff. The girl trailing behind, was the shortest, with a milky complexion, and her flaming red hair tied up in a bun to keep of her neck. This was the first time she’s seen them since the move which was a year ago, and they

Resigning himself to this, Steve unwrapped the last layer of twisted sheets, swung his legs off the bed, raked his fingers through the dark tangles of his hair, and pulled himself to his feet. Without turning on the lights, he made his way through the shadows to the bathroom where he splashed water in his face. After finding his sweats, he pulled them on and was off for his early (although not usually this early) morning jog through the murky Dallas streets.

She stubbed her cigarette on the heel of her shoe and flicked it to the side. It was time for her break, which would have amounted to five or six minutes, and instead of going to greet Cecil she lingered on stage with her back turned in his direction. She removed her compact mirror with intentions to spot-check her makeup. What she saw did not displease her: her eyes were outlined with mascara and kohl, the dark red tint to her lips had yet to run, and her rouge still looked quite nice against her pale complexion. She wore a beige-colored dress that came a few inches above her knees, exposing her stocking-cladded stick thin legs. The dress was straight and loose and covered her boyish figure. She wore a long bead of pearls around her neck. And if one looked close enough, they could see a dust of freckles over her button nose. She was everything her parents hated about the younger generation. No wonder they had set her up with such a

Music is the greatest communication in the world. Even if people don't really understand the language that you're making music in, they appreciate and know good music when they hear it. Lou Rawls was absolutely correct when he pointed this out. Regardless where and from whom it comes from, good music is good music and anyone can appreciate that.

However somehow, she managed to get there, hot and tired, feet sore from pacing the bookstores and mind numb from the trail of middle-aged women whispering embarrassed for, “that uh Grey book.” She did, despite being surrounded by pretentious college assholes, love the excuse to really do herself up (not that she actually needed one). Easy on her face, she had only applied concealer and powder, but on her eyes were shimmer gold on the lid, crimson blended into her crease along with a dark bronze and a deep purple lip. She kept on her outfit from work, a white crop top stopping a half inch below her belly button, skinny

Country music. Just saying that word ignites a train of thought to many people to think of the deep ole’ American South and cowboys. What causes people to begin to imagine those things? From the cowboys featuring in movies to the loud blaring music the hillbilly neighbor plays, country music has brought its way to people around the world. From the 1920’s to now Country music was one of the first genres in modern music and is still popular today in the United States. The history of country music is so uniquely characterized that through each part of history it changes massively. Observing, viewing, and hearing the history of country music is the only way to see how although other music genres seem to slowly fade away country music has still stayed strong since today.

Gentle footsteps pattered across the hardwood floor as Ariana roamed into her kitchen, melodies from her phone flowing through the stereo. It was eleven o'clock at night, and an unbounded joy seemed to surge through the brunette's veins. Liz would be there at any moment, leaving them to spend their night together as they had done years back. Life had taken ahold of their friendship, and, although it still stood strong, opportunities for them to get together were far and few between. Since the two had first met, Ariana always admired the other girl. There was something about her confidence, or maybe even the way she carried herself. Just the thought of Liz could usually bring a truly authentic smile to her face, and in a way no one else seemed to do, as well.

With this being said, I have always known that certain, feminine, males have caught my fancy. Tonight, when you came along, and I remembered our first meeting at the gym, the feeling became even stronger when I saw you in feminine clothing. I’ve only had one other true love in my life, and she is biologically female…we still chat from time to time as friends.” He kept rambling his mouth as if he had to unload all of this baggage for the first time. Clarissa finally stopped him, and by this time, they were finally where the pavement meets the sandy beach. “I respect everything you just said, and we don’t always know why we feel the way we do about someone, but I definitely feel something for you as well. “I’m all about a man taking a bold step to go after what he wants, and if he does, this means to me that he just has to have what he’s trying to attain,” she explained to him while now facing him face-to-face. The cool, ocean, breeze was blowing Clarissa’s synthetic wig away from her neck at this moment. Johnny could see the full beauty of Clarissa’s, long and thin,

She sluggishly unfolded herself from me and with a gaze murmured “let’s go for a walk.” She declared. And so we did. As we wandered I looked over at her wearing washed out blue skinny jeans with a single hole at the knee and a black drafty cardigan with a cloud white tank top underneath. She had decided that it was too frigid and covertly looped her arms around mine to keep warm. This making the stroll more of a swig sag sway down the radiant street. She had an aroma of vanilla, and she her lips reminded me of apples crisp from Walmart. As non-exhilarating as this was these are my most enjoyable and down-to-earth moments. As brilliant as she looked, I in comparison sported a forest green t-shirt and California tan cargo shorts. I had yet to do anything with the crow’s nest like hair of mine. Later we had got drinks we decided to take the roundabout back, but we had discovered a portion of cleared

She has a tank top on today, he can see all his favorite parts, which are not the obvious parts, not at all. He likes those defined muscles at the top of her shoulders, those little dents that look as if someone's fingers lingered there the night before. He admires the long pouting collarbone, a shelf above a shelf. She has a beautiful forehead, as broad as a marquee, and a juicy bottom lip, overbit to begin with and sucked in beneath her top teeth this morning, a sign that she's

In the end, Tom’s long-awaited shower did little to relieve the tension in his body, and stepping out of the cubicle, he wiped a hand over the steamy bathroom mirror and carefully studied his reflection. Dozens of tiny water droplets clung to his hair, the shimmering beads eventually losing their precarious hold in rhythmic drips, sending a trail of moisture down his chiseled cheeks and onto his smooth chest. Stress had etched deep lines around his eyes, the weary, pained expression becoming more familiar with each passing day as the new, disenchanted Tom Hanson fought for dominance over the old. However, just beneath the surface, a faint light was beginning to glow, stubbornly resisting the slow, rotting decay of his soul by courageously fighting through the enveloping darkness. It was proof he wasn’t ready to give up, no matter how hard the road ahead might be, and it was that distant glimmer that kept him pushing forward, one slow step at a time toward wellness. He was nervous about his upcoming boys’ night out with Doug, and while he recognized it wasn’t a huge leap forward, it was a leap forward nonetheless, and he felt immensely proud of himself for agreeing to it. Only a few days ago, he would have conjured up some lame excuse as to why he couldn’t go, but now, despite his trepidation, he was actually looking forward to spending some quality time with the young officer. Their relationship was important to him, and he was determined to get it back on track so