I can't believe it was four years ago that I first posted a Conway Twitty video. Time flies.
Sometimes you just want to listen to Conway and sometimes you need to watch him singing, and see those bedroom eyes and all those smoldering glances. He's really great.
And I mean, real sexy, right?
I can't remember how, but it was while I was in Nashville that I really got into old country music. I think it was the astronomical number of used records at stores like The Great Escape. It was inevitable that I began looking through the country albums and began buying them as well.
Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, Porter Wagoner (Stoker got to work with him!). Anyway, also, one time Mel Tillis flirted with me at Starbucks. Flirt. What a disgusting word. I can't believe we've allowed it to stay in the lexicon.
Anyway, there's something real about old country. I love it. It's even better to listen to now that I no longer live in Nashville.
And you know what, I'm trying really hard to be generous and mature and refrain from looking toward the east and saying, "Good riddance, you bastard," to Nashville. I even did a "things I'll miss about Nashville" post. Honestly, it's a great place. But the humidity was a real jerk. And I'm extremely grateful to have it behind me.
In all honesty, I don't miss it (except for the Mexican restaurant).
I just had to get that off my chest. Whew! Thanks.
Tonight I felt like posting a Conway video again. I love him. It's a tradition of sorts, for me to post about Conway. I think I'll keep doing it. Because I love him. Huge crush. Stoker totally understands. He's glad I have crushes on dead singers. Otherwise, he'd worry that I'd run out on him. I'm a real desirable woman.
A once in a lifetime woman.
Who has crushes on dead writers (Chekhov).
Here's the video. Watch. Enjoy. Fall in love with those bedroom eyes.