“I’m not a fan of country music,” I informed my wife when she told me about the Garth Brooks concert coming to town.
“But I love Garth Brooks” she said.
“Give me rock ‘n roll any day,” I answered. “But I also like blues. A lot of rock ‘n roll has its roots in blues.”
“So does a lot of country music,” she countered. “Both country and blues are very personal, whereas rock, to me, lacks that personal touch.”
“Rock is very personal,” I insisted. “Every rock song tells a story.”
“But every country song is a story,” she said.
Listen, there’s a Stones concert over at the old hangar at the abandoned airfield next month. We should go.”
“I’d be a little worried,” she said. “I heard security at Stones concert is rather lax. They even hired a bunch of Hell’s Angels to provide security at one of their concerts and you know how that went.”
“Don’t worry, I can take care of us,” I reassured her. “In the meantime, I’m getting hungry. Let’s head out to dinner. Can you grab my jacket off the hanger?”
“Sure,” she said, “As long as you’ll agree to going to see Garth Brooks with me.”
“Fine,” I said, “as long as you’ll agree to go to the Stones concert with me!”
Written for today’s Three Things Challenge from Teresa. The things today are blues, rock n’ roll, and country.Also written for the Saturday Mix Double Take from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The homophones are lacks and lax, and hangar and hanger.