Carrie Underwood’s new CD, Carnival Ride, came out Tuesday, and it arrived in the mail today. I’ve been sooo good about not buying music recently, but sometimes you just have to make an exception. Like when your very favorite singer comes out with a new CD.
I haven’t listened to the whole thing yet. I’ve gotten through three tracks, only because my computer CD player was tied up with Myst III today, and our DVD player isn’t plugged into the TV right now because of the Wii. And I’m nothing if not lazy.
I did read the liner notes (first thing I do, usually), and she is still classy and thankful and adorable. Unlike Taylor Hicks. And I noticed Tuesday when I ordered the CD that in the photos she’s wearing the top she wore when she performed on American Idol this year. I *love* that she will wear the same thing twice. I do.
Anyway. First track, “Flat on the Floor,” is great. Second track, “All-American Girl,” starts off badly, because within thirty seconds I was rolling my eyes. The first verse is daddy/daughter sap, and I hate daddy/daughter sap songs (“Butterfly Kisses” always made me want to vomit); but the second verse shifts gears, so it’s ok. Not great. Ok. I love the melody, but I do not like family sap for some reason. “So Small,” the first single, is just lovely. I’ve loved it from the first time I heard it on the radio.
More on this when I listen to the rest.
UPDATE: How cute! The Soul Patrol are like Ron Paul internet supporters. Ladies, I’ve ranted about Taylor’s lack of gratitude before. If you were actual readers of this blog, you would know that. Here’s what I had to say about him in the past. And on my blog, I’m allowed to pretty much say whatever the heck I want. I pay the bills here. Kthxbai.