Music can influence peoples lives, and activities. We use music to inspire us, to make us happy, to make us remember, to make us dance, the list goes on and on. In previous Music Moments posts, I was sure to let you know what was playing around our house at that time, or even what I was using to motivate myself during exercise. This post is similar, but I'm not going to delve into the tunes filling our heads at this moment. This post is about a small phase I went through a couple months back, I wouldn't say I'm embarrassed just saying it was unusual for me. Here goes, I went through a short country music phase, there I said it. 
For those who know me, well, they know country music isn't really my thing, as a teen I would cringe when I heard it. But now as an adult I am a lot more open and occasionally I actually hear songs I like when I give them a chance. Now, in most of my Music Moments posts I'll mention what I am listening to while writing, whether writing a blog post or a fictional story you can basically say I write most days of the week. This is actually how I stumbled into this country music phase. I was working on a love story (all of my stories are love stories, but not your typical mushy romance novels) and one of the main characters happened to be southern. 
So to put myself in the right mood, I decided to get my hands on some country music. Obviously since I don't listen to country I have no idea what is considered good these days, but I do know what was considered good years ago. Don't laugh, because I ended up with the strangest combination... Johnny Cash, Reba McEntire, Tim McGraw, & Garth Brooks. But it worked, it helped me to put myself creatively and imaginatively in a southern town with thick accents all around, helping the story feel more realistic. Then I ended up planning a trip, back in March, to visit my grandmother in Tennessee, so this sort-of continued the country phase. 
Luckily, because there are limited radio stations an hour outside of Nashville. Turns out country music is different these days, it almost leans more towards pop than drawn out sad ballads. There were even a few songs I could bounce my head to, but I must say I have no idea who the artist was and I probably never will. For now, the country phase is finished, I'm on to the next story (I have a lot of unfinished stories) and this one needs dubstep and not country. (For those of you who do thoroughly enjoy country music, like my grandmother, I'm not putting it down, so please don't misunderstand me. Whether I enjoy it or not doesn't mean I do not appreciate the talent.)
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