When we moved to Asia from America, and moved to the city from a small Southern town, we found ourselves craving...country music.
Yes, it is the salve for homesickness, brought to us courtesy of YouTube. We especially like the cover versions, performed by starlets all over the country. There is this one guy in his basement with a ball cap on, who kind of reminds us of our friend Clay Newcomb, singing "Three Wooden Crosses." Daniel has become such a fan that this morning he said he liked it better than Randy Travis himself. Quite a compliment.
We also listen to Keith Urban and Rascal Flatts, along with some John Denver and, though I know it's not country, I've delved into some Rod Stewart when no one is around.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.