I'll be the first to admit, I love rock stars. I know, I know, I really married one didn't I!? Mitch just shakes his head whenever I go on and on about Vince Neil, Jon Bon Jovi, the infamous Nelson twins and now David Cook. He knows I don't have a chance in hell with any of them, so I guess there's not much to worry about. At least the rock star shrine hanging on my desk doesn't out weight his presence there!
I don't know what it is. I grew up on country music and still love it. Give me some of that vintage Alabama and I'm singin' along and slappin' my leg and line dancin' like a good small-town Iowa girl should...but rock-n-roll, I'm not sure where it came from. My mom's into the songwriters stuff...her collection is a lot of Carole King, Carly Simon, stuff like that. My dad's a sucker for the Bellemay Brothers and pretty much anything playing on the country stations. But somewhere in the last ten years I can't listen to anything other than rock. New rock, hair band rock, 70s rock, anything rock-n-roll. In fact, I've also been exposed to some great Christian rock. I love it all!
Mitch isn't much of a music buff. If it's music from his high school days he's game but anything else, he knows nothing. Talk radio is his station of choice.
I don't even look like a rocker...whenever I tell anyone that my secret crush is Vince Neil from Motley Crue and my favorite book is The Dirt by Motley Crue, I get some pretty surprised looks. My hair isn't wild, I have no tattoos, only my ears are pierced and I had a pretty quiet and "well-behaved" childhood and teen years.
Maybe it's my wild streak that hasn't ever came out...but this rocker mom has to say I'm pretty pleased when my girls are boppin' their heads to all my good tunes :)