Oh Emmy, Where Have You Been All My Life?

I snubbed my teenaged nose at your music when I first heard you years ago. My rock and roll arrogance deafened my ears to your brilliance for thirty, count ‘em, thirty years. I mocked your prematurely gray hair and called you backwards. Oh Emmy, I was wrong, so so wrong. You’re not a hillbilly. You’re not whiney. You’re something indefinable. Something unique. Your voice speaks to my soul. Your poetic lyrics on songs like Michelangelo are genius, and I love that you refuse to dye your hair or change your style for commercial radio.

Now that I’ve stumbled upon you again, I can’t get enough of you, Red Dirt Girl. I can’t believe I was so wrong before. Surely, it's not because I'm beginning to love country music? Forgive me Emmy; I know not what I do sometimes. I have seen the error of my ways, and I’m here to share my newfound love with the world. And I’m not letting my inability to post a video or copyright laws get in my way.

Go here, my friends and enjoy the love that is Emmy Lou Harris. And great Gertie, why didn’t someone tell me Emmy Lou and Dave Matthews did a concert together on CMT? ‘Cause I definitely would have shown up for class on that day.