By Bobby Peacock
Jan 31, 2023
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You are between the ages of 14 and 19. You drive a VW Bug that has had the transmission replaced twice since you got it. You’ve asked your parents if you can just skip the rest of the school year since you’re going to have to repeat it anyway. You are dating someone ‘from another school’ who your friends have never met. Or you write for Country Universe.
You put this at #1 because you can’t show weakness when it comes to defending Carrie’s honor. She’s the best even when she puts out this uninspired collection, which you’ve only listened to twice but have left streaming overnight 5000 times. You started therapy this year after yet another Entertainer of the Year loss. Your boyfriend is terrified of you.
Beard oil, wash, conditioner, balm, nor wax has ever touched your face mane, yet it is still resplendent and makes hipsters jealous. Your favorite whiskey drink is whiskey. Whether pro or anti gun control, you own a small arsenal. You are so emotionally screwed up, sad feels like happy.
You will just as soon fistfight a republican as a democrat. You have a hunting-related tattoo. You haven’t been to church in 7 years but know the Bible better than your ‘rain or shine’ friends. You make fun of the people who complain about Tyler set-lists, but haven’t actually been to a show since he stopped including “White House Road.”
You pretend to find meaning in the title of this album. Other hipsters call you a poser. Your degree in poetry analysis hasn’t come in handy in the real world. You feel that country music is beneath you, despite half this album being more country than anything on the radio.
You are the friend everybody goes to for advice, despite your life being a raging garbage dump inferno. You have a tattoo that it takes five minutes to explain. There’s some weird family issue like your dad divorced your mom and married her hair-dresser or something, but you get along with everybody and get free hair cuts now. You didn’t know there was an unwritten rule about not drinking before 5 pm.
You are pretty basic, but also a genuinely nice person. Regardless of your gender, you installed your own catalytic converter anti-theft device. You are politically oblivious. Regardless of your gender, you own more than 5 articles of clothing with your name on them.
You are 100% for sure not a Republican, but have a lot of beliefs and habits that would get you cancelled by the left. You drive an electric vehicle which has run out of charge by the outlet mall no less than 4 times this year. You’re pretty deep, but also an Instagram influencer.
Nov 23, 2022
Someday someone will make another good Thanksgiving movie, right?
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Sep 30, 2022
One Luke Combs fanatic got more than he bargained for at one of the recent shows in Green Bay, WI, and made a memory that will last a lifetime. Late in the Resch Center show on September 17, Luke noticed an interesting sign in the audience.
What that led to was something nobody would’ve expected. Combs spoke to his stage manager and pointed to the man, who was quickly escorted out of the arena. Nearby fans were confused but went on enjoying their night of screamed country songs about beer.
Ten minutes later, between songs, the back of the arena suddenly opened up and Vernon drove his 2003 GMC Silverado onto the stage, careful not to run over any stray beers or bass players. The crowd erupted, thinking it was just a prop for an upcoming song about trucks and beer.
Luke sauntered to the front of the stage as a large toolbox was wheeled in behind him. “Well, I’m already dressed for this,” he laughed, pointing to the Meineke button-up with his name on it that he was wearing. “Let’s change this man’s tire!” The crowd erupted again.
As the band laid into a scorching take of “When It Rains It Pours,” Luke quickly jacked the truck up into place and began removing the lug nuts. Never missing a note or a beat, he deftly removed the deflated Goodyear Wrangler and replaced it with the spare. He was careful to put everything back in its place, still hitting every lyric and intonation just right. It was masterful.
Combs finished the job in a mere 5 1/2 minutes, stopping after the first chorus of “Forever After All” to shake Mr. Perkins’ hand. “That’ll be $35,” smiled Combs. “Nah, but seriously, talk to my manager and we’ll get you set up with a new set of tires, those other three are looking bald as Cole Swindell, my man.”
Perkins graciously thanked Combs and waved to the crowd. As he was about to return his truck to the parking lot, Combs asked him “Now can we talk about your cabin air filter?”