The other day I was cruising around with the little Hamburgler in the backseat. We have one of thsoe dome mirrors mounted on the head rest so I can see waht kind of trouble he’s getting into back there. While we’re driving I’ll usually listen to talk radio. When the chat shows go so far as to either 1.) bash the President, or 2.) kiss his ass, I tend to lose interest and change the channel.
I used to be a huge fan of country music but it fell out of my favor a few years back, though I don’t know why. Anyway, me and Hammy tuned into a country station to some Rascal Flatts. Hammy didn’t seem interested in that at all. Then Bucky Covington’s single “I’ll Walk” came on.
If you follow American Idol at all, you’ll remember Bucky Covington as the snaggle toothed, southern rock-ish, ponytailed dumb blonde from North Carolina. I don’t remember him as being all that talented, but that could be because he was upstaged by that other North Carolina firecracker Kellie Pickler.
So this single he’s got is super sappy. Something about his prom date or something. Wouldn’t you know, Henry loved it. He was singing along to a Bucky Covington song. After all the quality music we’ve exposed him to he chooses to be a Bucky Covington fan.
Where did we go wrong?