Today George Jones died. I’ve always a tendency to dislike country music for the sheer number of irreconcilable douche bags – three chords and high school heartbreak a song do not make.
George Jones was none of that.
Brad Paisley may have a hard time identifying with a black man through words more eloquent than a fifth grader, but a man like Mr. Jones – a true musician and writer – is never crippled thus.
Here, Mr. Jones, in exactly 24 short lines, full of simple words, and reeking of emotion, defines love like men have been trying to do since the dawn of creativity.
Thank you, George Jones.
May you find a peace in death that few find in life.



