i hate when i have opinions abt country music and someone is like "that's not fair, you don't listen to it so u can't criticize it" which is stupid but also i had a deep like two-year country music phase so my opinions are highly informed, but admitting that doesn't exactly make me look good
#like i like country! i like the style i like the genre #i dont like the blake shelton keith urban toby keith girls in bikinis trucks and nationalism that dominates the genre these days #rye.txt
Fingers tapping anxiously against the sticky diner table, he shot another long nervous glance out the glass window. His eyes caught a raindrop that was making its way down the glass. She’ll be here. He reassured himself. You were never late, but as the clock clicked closer and closer to midnight, his nerves began to rise. The rest of the guys were out in a local bar, playing and having a good time with the fans. He should be there; he knew he should. Spending time with his friends and fans, but it wasn’t often he got to see you, especially on this tour. Because while the Blood, Sweat, and Beers tour was going strong, and that was something he’s proud to be a part of, he couldn’t just fly you out when he wanted to.
Or share a hotel room.
Because your brother’s band was touring with him. And while Pete had grown to become friends with Warrant and Firehouse, just coming out and stating that the two of you were together would be like hugging a landmine. Perry was a nice enough guy, but Pete didn’t imagine crossing that line. Not out loud at least.
The two of you had met months before the tour was even planned, and kept everything on the down-low, back then you didn’t have anything to hide but you wanted to be sure the two of you were going to be together for a while before announcing it and introducing each other to the family and all that... But now if you said that it’d seem like the two of you really wanted to keep things secret, or like the two of you did have something to hide.
That was one argument the both of you didn’t want to fight, so you figured that once the tour was over, you’d come out about everything. Take the time when your brother and boyfriend weren’t in the same room, same city, same state, to tell him everything. To sit down and explain it all, but for now, no one needed to know.
“Pete!” Relief filled him at the joyful sound of your voice as you rushed into the diner, pulling the hood of your jacket off, “Sorry I’m late, Perry insisted on driving me back to the hotel and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“It’s alright,” Pete smiled, taking your hand in his as you sat across from him, “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
The two of you spent hours in that diner, sharing a shake, holding hands, telling stories, and just catching up. It was nice, not having to walk on eggshells, or carefully word your sentences so your brother didn’t pick up on anything. Luckily for you guys, Steve, PJ, and Mark were good at covering up things the two of you may have missed. But that didn’t matter much now, all that mattered was this moment.
As Pete ripped open the paper straw wrapper and blew the end of the straw, laughing as the paper flew over to the booth behind you, landing in a truck driver's lap.
“Sorry that was aimed for my girlfriend—”
“Don’t worry about it, kid,” The driver shrugged, “It happens again and I’ll cut your hand off.”
Throwing money down onto the table with one hand, Pete stood and grabbed yours with the other, pulling you out of the booth before making a b-line to the door. Maybe the driver was joking, maybe he wasn’t, but neither of you wanted to stick around and find out. After all, it was the middle of the night in a diner that suddenly seemed lonelier at three in the morning.
A laugh escaped your lips as you looked over the town while Pete nudged your shoulder softly. “Told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”
“Climbing the water tower was that bad,” You shook your head, “That’s a long way down…”
“I’ll climb down first, don’t worry.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. If there was one thing about Pete you knew, it was he had a good way of talking you into doing things you normally wouldn’t do. And here you were.
Feet dangling over the side, watching as cars drive down the streets in the distance, everything looked a lot smaller from this high up. Resting your head on his shoulders you stared at the stars. Content for the time being, even if you’d be exhausted by the time morning rolled around, it’d be worth it. Because as for now, it was just you and Pete, and that’s all you needed.
The two of you figured you had plenty of time to watch the world around you. Maybe wait until the sun comes up... Well, that was until those cops pulled in, blue lights flashing, voices from the car's intercom ordering the two of you to climb down the tower.
We’re fucked… so fucked.
Perry's gonna kill both of you when he found out the two of you were dead meat.
“We’re gonna be okay,” Pete nodded reassuringly, “Climb down.”
And so you did, dread and anxiety filling you once you made it to the ground, the cops didn’t hesitate to throw on the cuffs quickly.
You groaned as you were shoved up against the back of the cop car, wincing as the metal cuffs clicked a little too tight, “C’mon, man, take it easy. If you’re going to be rough, at least buy me dinner first, good lord.”
“Miss you have the right to remain silent—”
“And yet I don’t have the ability, I mean, didn’t your mother teach you manners?”
“Miss, I suggest you speak no further.”
“At least let me bum a smoke, you got a light?” Pete let out a snort, at this point you were just trying to annoy the officer.
“Hey, kid,” The officer raised his brows, “You got something you wanna say?”
“Leave him out of this, he’s not the one honking his clown nose, is he?”
A moment of silence passed between you and the officer, he was getting angrier by the minute. You figured you’d at least have a good story to share.
“You’re trespassing, do you realize the trouble you could be in if the owner decides to press charges?” The officer asked as he got you situated in the back of the squad car beside Pete.
“Yeah, yeah, courtrooms and jury and blah blah blah. You gonna give me that smoke or not?”
The door slammed shut, the car shaking slightly as you and Pete snickered.
When you got to the station the spark you had faded out, as the landowner came down to talk to the officer you sat beside Pete. “Perry is gonna kill me, kill us.” You sighed, “What if he sends me home? Pete, I don’t wanna go home—”
“—Woah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, alright? Things are gonna work out, Y/N, I promise.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because,” Pete smiled before nodding his head to the door of the station, “I’m not letting Perry send you home, not tonight.”
“Did someone call for a couple of heros?” You smiled at the familiar voice.
“PJ! Michael!” Relief flooded through you as the bassist and drummer walked through the doors to the police station, “I’m so happy to see you two.”
“You’re lucky the landowners decided not to press charges.” The officer grunted as he removed the cuffs from your and Pete’s wrists. “I better not see you, hooligans, for the rest of the night, understand me?”
“Yes sir.” Pete nodded before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “I told you it was all going to work out.”
The ride back to the hotel was mostly filling PJ and Michael in on the situation, of course, they were some of the few that knew about you and Pete. (Some of the few that could be trusted with such information).
“So you guys got arrested for sitting on a water tower?” PJ raised his brows, “That’s it?”
“Yeah come on guys? It’s not juicier than that?” Michael chimed in, “Where are the horny details?” You rolled your eyes, and shoved the drummer's shoulder, “Yeah because you know all about those, don’t you, Fratboy Foster.”
“I’m not a fratboy!”
“Sureeeee, hide it all you want mister, I see the way you dress just like the rest of us.”
The car filled with laughter before Pete spoke up again, “So how are we gonna play this off?”
“We just went for a drive,” PJ shrugged as Michael pulled into the parking lot, “Nothing wrong with going for a drive, right? We could say Y/N was feeling better but wasn’t up for going out to a bar, can’t fault someone for that.”
And so that’s the story you stuck with, of course CJ, Erik, and Steve knew something was up, you could see it in their eyes but they said nothing.
Perry bought it though, that’s all that mattered. The four of you were lying through your teeth and were going to get away with it. It seemed unreal… if only it just seemed that way.
You were so close to being home free when loud, slow, mocking, claps came from behind the four of you.
“Very nice,” Mark commented sarcastically, “Very, very, nice.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked, sending him a death glare.
“Perry, they’re lying to your face.”
“Nice try, Mark, we know you’re not the jokester though. It’s not funny.” PJ turned to the drummer, “Keep making poor jokes like that you might get hurt.”
But Mark ignored him. “Perry isn’t it ironic that Pete wasn’t at the bar when Y/N was at the hotel?”
“He said he wasn’t feeling well.” Your brother shrugged.
“And so did Y/N.”
“Mark I really think you’ve been drinking too much, you should go back to your room.” Michael nodded, “You’re speaking nonsense.”
“No, I’m speaking facts. Perry, Y/N and Pete have been seeing each other for months. Not feeling well was just an excuse for them to see each other behind your back. They got into some sort of trouble, I don’t know, PJ hung up the phone before I could hear what all happened but PJ and Michael went to bail them out. And now all four of them are lying to cover it up.”
“Is that all?” Perry asked.
“Well, firstly, I want to thank you for making an ass of yourself in public.” Perry said, “Secondly if Y/N wasn’t comfortable with telling me she was seeing Pete she should’ve had the choice to tell me on her own terms. I don’t appreciate you going around trying to get her into trouble. She’s an adult, she can make her own choices.”
“No,” He shook his head, “Not only do you owe my sister an apology, I believe you owe Pete, PJ, and Michael an apology as well.”
It was an embarrassing moment for Mark really, apologizing to all four of you after getting called out. But it satisfied not only yourself but everyone else in the room.
“So you’re not upset?”
“Why would I be?” He asked, “I figured it out a while ago, but as I said, whenever you felt comfortable you would’ve told me. Without the help of loudmouth over here.” Perry looked at Mark.
“Loudmouth?” Mark repeated
“Yeah, loudmouth,” Perry nodded his head, “Now go back to your room and think about what you did.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“Yeah, yeah, a goodnight loudmouth.”
And to your relief, that’s how the night ended. You were happy, your brother was happy, and Mark was pissed off about the loudmouth thing, but after tonight he wasn’t going to live it down.
1. He’s known as being an Australian country music singer, but Keith Urban was actually born in Whangarei, New Zealand. He grew up in Australia.
2. Keith Urban learned to play guitar as a child and began entering local music competitions at a young age, as well as acting in a local theater company. He started performing at country music festivals at age 10.
3. He has an older brother, Shane. As the baby of the family, growing up, Keith’s nickname was “Suburban”.
4. The singer dropped out of high school to pursue his music career at age 15. Today, he supports education and has endorsed the Music Makes Us program, which raises funds to buy musical instruments and other resources for public school music classes.
5. He met his wife of nine years, actress Nicole Kidman, at G’Day LA, an event in Hollywood that celebrates Australians. They started dating six months after meeting, and were married in June 2006 in Sydney, Australia.
6. The couple has two daughters: Sunday Rose and Faith Margaret.
7. Inspiration can come in many forms and can happen anywhere, and Keith Urban is a great example of this! According to sources, he likes writing songs in the shower, and when he needs an energy boost during writing, he likes to order fried pimento cheese sandwiches.
8. In addition to the guitar, he can play a slew of instruments including the bass, drums, piano, ganjo (a six-string banjo), and sitar.
9. Keith Urban is the first New Zealander to win the Country Music Association Male Vocalist of the Year award.
10. He earned $5 million for his stint as a judge on American Idol Season 13 – a paltry sum compared to Jennifer Lopez’s $17.5 million paycheck for the same gig!
Keith Urban’s career took off in the mid-’80s in Australia. He once admitted he wanted to be a radio DJ, but by 1991 it was clear he belonged on the other side of the radio. His move to Nashville did not bring immediate success, but he found work as a guitar player for Alan Jackson and Brooks and Dunn.
Keith Urban is coming to Las Vegas! The country superstar has revealed a 12-date string of performances at the Colosseum at Caesars Palace that’s billed as Keith Urban Live – Las Vegas.
Keith Urban Live – Las Vegas Tour Dates for 2020:
April 24 – Las Vegas, NV @ The Colosseum at Caesars Palace
April 25 – Las Vegas, NV @ The Colosseum at Caesars Palace
July 10 – Las Vegas, NV @ The Colosseum at Caesars Palace
July 11 – Las Vegas, NV @ The Colosseum at Caesars Palace
July 16 – Twin Lakes, WI @ Country Thunder USA – Wisconsin
July 18 – Mount Pleasant, MI @ Outdoors At Soaring Eagle Casino & Resort
July 19 – Twin Lakes, WI @ Country Thunder USA – Wisconsin
August 07 – Las Vegas, NV @ The Colosseum at Caesars Palace
August 08 – Las Vegas, NV @ The Colosseum at Caesars Palace
August 21 – Calgary, AB @ Prairie Winds Park
August 23 – Calgary, AB @ Prairie Winds Park
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So, how about road trips where we take turns driving so we can each have chances to play air guitar or air drums while we sing to songs like “I Hear You Knockin’”, “Who Wouldn’t Want to be Me”, “Kashmir”, “Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man”, “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay”, and all sorts of Rock, Blues, Country, Motown and Soul like that whaddya say come on don’t think just say yes let’s go.
Crimson Blue Lyrics By Keith Urban is the latest English song. The song lyrics were written by Keith Urban while the music is given by Keith Urban.
Crimson Blue Lyrics
I Never Saw The Sky Crimson BlueKaleidoscope My Eyes Shapes And HuesI Learned To Bend The Light EasilyI Know There’s More Beyond What I See
Am I Inside A Dream Or Wide Awake?If I Can Find The Key, Would I Escape?Caught In…
I know I recently hated on new country music because it is only about romance and sex, but there is a new song that has nothing to do with either of those. It's called Wild Hearts by Keith Urban. And it's kinda about chasing your dreams and living the life that you want. I can see it being applied to so many situations. I think for me, it's a bit of an aroace anthem (especially ace though since there is a line that says "Chasing the tail-of-a-dragon kind of dream"). It's definitely a breath of fresh air within that genre. And music in general.
#i view keith urban as one of the good ones #he's cool #screaming into the void #sorry I'm really active today