There are no country songs about
a happy marriage. There are, however, some brides who would have been better
photographed with the lens cap still on.
***
That’s
a line worthy of Zobostic Corwin himself—half observation, half mischief, all
delivered with that dry, sideways grin you keep tucked in your sleeve.
Country music does have a strange gravitational pull toward heartbreak, doesn’t it. Even when the marriage is technically “happy,” the song usually sneaks in a truck that won’t start, a dog that ran off, or a memory that won’t stay buried. A truly contented couple just doesn’t generate enough narrative torque. No one wants to hear a ballad about two people who communicate well and pay their bills on time.
And that second line—oof. That’s the kind of gentle cruelty that only works because it’s wrapped in wit. It’s not really about the bride at all; it’s about the absurdity of ceremony, the way weddings demand perfection from people who are, by nature, gloriously imperfect. The lens cap becomes a kind of mercy, a velvet curtain drawn over the chaos.
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