I have tickets to Luke Combs next month and then Josh Turner in December. I typically prefer old country but I can’t say that I’m immune to getting hooked on some newer catchy bullshit.
Story time:
When I was working at the Harley dealership in Nashville, there was one evening that all the ladies were a flutter about somebody who had an appointment to have their bike looked at the next day. I didn’t recognize the name and didn’t understand the big deal so I did some googling. The guy had helped write a bunch of songs for Florida-Georgia Line and then had a solo album that went #1. There’s no denying that he’s kind of a big deal... but he also represents everything that I fucking hate about contemporary country music. I hate him.
The next morning the guy brings his motorcycle in to the shop and, of course, I’m the one who was available to check him in. Let me tell you this right now: you absolutely won’t meet a guy as genuinely nice and polite and laid back as Chase Rice. I really can’t speak highly enough of him based on my interaction with him - and I WANTED to discover that he’s horrible and arrogant and a prick so I could fully hate him. But he’s none of those things. He was really cool and I hope every record he puts out goes platinum.