It seems like I've gone full circle to re-visit my 12 year old self, who listened exclusively to country music. I think this is partly a reflexive reaction to having lived for several years in the UK, where they haven't heard a country song since Slim Pickens. But whatever has caused it, my last dozen or so album purchases have been artists like Brad Paisley, Alan Jackson, Kenny Chesney and Taylor Swift (I know. I'm a little embarrassed for me by that last one, too). There's just something that speaks to me in songs about hard work, pick-up trucks and finding solace in the refined taste of a cold beer.
If I repeat my teenage cycle, my next music migration will be to heavy metal.
I think I've still got my Megadeth t-shirt somewhere.