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I watch a lot of VH1. VH1 likes countdown shows…a lot. I get sucked into watching them because I have to know which rock star has the best/worst/biggest/most famous whatever. I started watching one of these shows the other day and they featured Whitesnake with Tawny Kitean, the 80’s hot video vixen. For some reason, I have a special place in my heart for Whitesnake’s song “Here I go (again on my own).” I’m pretty sure it’s because the mother of one of my elementary school classmates thought this type of music was evil. I wasn’t raised to rock and roll and party all night long, but my parents had a very nice assortment of rock records while I was growing up. We went to church, but we were never crazy Christians.

Anyway, I thought about it and I distinctly remember the exact moment when I decided to dislike country music. I was in the fifth grade and was at a friend’s house for a sleepover. She, another friend and I put on a Whitesnake tape and were enjoying it to our preadolescent hearts’ content when her mom came in and told us that we needed to listen to something else - something nicer. So, we listened to the only other mother approved album on hand - the Judd’s greatest hits. I don’t have anything against the Judds, but “Love can build a bridge” just doesn’t hold up to Whitesnake in the midst of the big-hair heyday. From that moment on, I knew I would never embrace country music. Since that day, the closest I’ve gotten is the occasional folk album and the Eagle’s greatest hits. Take that creepy religious parents! Now, I have to go light my candles, sacrifice a goat, and pray to the demons who rule my soul.