Local radio station The Bull, which has a playlist with which I’m becoming overly familiar because it turns out that it’s not that large and its reception is strong at Nogglestead, so it’s on the Worktunes when I cut the grass and it’s on both radios when I clean the house, plays Little Big Town’s “Boondocks” an awful lot.
A fairly stock rural pride song. To be honest, when it comes to boondocks songs, I’m more fond of Billy Joe Royal’s “Down in the Boondocks”:
So I always had the idea that the boondocks refers to the poor side of town. Ah, gentle reader, although I live in the country, I can better empathize with being on the poor side of town because, basically, that’s where I was until I married up. And always seeming to date or moon over upper class girls. But boondocks actually refers to under populated rural areas (from the original Tagalog. So it’s not that at all, and all my best drives to ackshually modern country music is in vain.
You know, thirty years ago, we still had oldies stations which played songs from the 1960s (along with the similarly themed “The Poor Side of Town” by Johnny Rivers).
Now: No oldies stations. I even went up and down the AM spectrum looking for them–AM had a number of talk stations and a BOB station with a mirror on the FM dial. You know, I would put that on my presets and listen to it, but every station is trying to woo me with 80s and 90s music instead. And: Although I have some 60s pop compilation records courtesy of my sainted mother, I don’t spin oldies on the turntable. And I don’t ask Spotify for them. They’re for listening to the radio time, not background music. Ah, me. Ah, world.
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