Stay out of my room

Apparently George Jones got a little uppity about Taylor Swift winning the CMA Entertainer of the Year award.

Which is unfortunate, because I'm sure 'ol George was making a point. But does anybody really care who wins a CMA, or any other country music award, other than the winners and losers? They hand these out like candy at the Memorial Day parade.

Wynonna Judd was a little hurt, too, but I don't think I need to diagram that for you.

Here's a truth: Country hasn't been country for years. And "old country'' -- the Possum's domain -- is as safe as durable as granny's lye soap. It'll always be there to wash away the troubles of the day. Whatever they're manufacturing these days in Nashville, or New York, or L.A., is just that. They probably shouldn't call it country, because it just pisses off the old guard. But you don't have to buy into it. You don't even have to care.

Here's how easy it is to let something like a Taylor Swift slip by without noticing or caring. The first time I heard the name, and for quite a while after that, I thought she was a he, or maybe even multiple performers, like Montgomery Gentry (and I once thought 'they' were a 'he'). The only time I've ever seen Swift was on a morning news program (I was at Midas getting an oil change so I just sat there and watched. It was pandemonium.) Her name never comes up and her music never gets played on the satellite stations I listen to.

And if I ever decide I want to listen, it sure won't be hard to find her.

We all pretty much build our own personal music listening rooms. And we build them so we don't have to put up with the distractions on the outside.

Go away.