I was never much of a country music fan. It was the music of my grandparents and listening to it just didn't seem rebellious enough to satisfy my need to piss people off. Billy first introduced me to Garth's music early on in our relationship. If you scratched beneath Billy's techno/trance exterior, you'd find a country boy at heart.
"Here! Listen to this," he demanded as he played me Shameless. I had always thought Garth was one very sexy man but it wasn't until that moment, when I heard him, that I fell in love with his music and all for which he stood. He was the country cousin to Bruce, and his honesty and ethics made me feel included.
So there I sat last night, in bed with Bob, watching Garth. It wove through his early struggles in Nashville then got right to the heart when he broke down on stage in 1989 and confessed to his audience he had been unfaithful to his wife. As he sat spread-legged on a chair facing its back and wearing a baseball cap, he had tears in his eyes as he was retelling the story of that night. And I started to blubber. The roundness of his face and the sincerity in his eyes led to more crying as he talked about how much his wife meant to him.
By the time he was explaining his favorite song, The Dance, I was in full blown tears. That song, along with Shameless, have meant so much to Billy and me. Those were songs, even though not written by Garth, that struck us in our core. They were ours.
I paused the show and left it silent for a moment. I looked out the window at the full moon's light that was streaming into our bedroom. I ruminated on the moment when that same moon landed in that same spot and Billy said to me, "Look! We're moonstruck!"
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have chanced it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain, but I'd of had to miss the dance