If you didn’t yet hear the sad news, Luke Bryan fell off a stage while doing some intense hip gyrating during a concert in Charlotte, North Carolina yesterday. He managed to get back up and finish the song, but later took to Twitter to reveal he’d needed to get stitches after the show. Our reaction? POOR LUKIE POOKIE WE WILL KISS IT AND MAKE IT ALL BETTER!!! In the spirit of altruism and public service, we would like to selflessly volunteer to help nurse Luke back to health in any of the following ways: Keep reading »
Some people live their whole lives never meeting their soul mate. But for those of us who love country music, that will never be the case, because on July 17, 1976, Luke Bryan and his cute tushie entered the world. The universe will never be the same.
For those of you who don’t know much about my future husband Luke, he’s famous for hits like “That’s My Kind Of Night,” “Crash My Party,” “All My Friends Say,” and the list goes on. Sure, his voice is one reason to love him, but there’s so much more to him than his catchy songs. Like his ass. And his dancing. And his wit. Anyway, I’ll let the GIFs do the talking. Keep reading »
Listen, I love me some fun, thoughtless country party songs as much as the next girl (emphasis on the word “girl,” which is the closest thing to a name most male country artists will deign to call a woman), but over the past year, as bro country has exploded and completely taken over the charts, I’ve found myself growing bored and depressed by it. The sheer lack of women’s voices on country radio is upsetting enough; what’s worse is that the vast majority of the bro country tunes that dominate the airwaves are basically leftovers of the same song microwaved, sprinkled with casual misogyny, and served on a slightly different platter. Don’t believe me? Check out this video by Entertainment Weekly country critic Grady Smith. Keep reading »