Damn, I love country music…I mean REAL country music. I hope no one is offended by the term “Real”. For me, country was and is Hank Williams SR, Conway Twitty, Merle Haggard, George Jones, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Buck Owens – I could go on and on. Looking back, I wonder how I developed a love for this type of music. See, when I was a kid, I was known to push the “rebellion envelope” a time or two. Hey, anarchy is a part of everyone’s DNA. Like lots of kids I raised my fist to the power chords of Rock ‘N Roll. Cranking up Zeppelin, Springsteen, Bowie, and Black Sabbath (I could go on and on) gave me the suburban civil disobedience I was needing, and there was nothing anyone could do except yell, “TURN THAT DOWN.” So, I bought the records, listened to all kinds of “defiant” music in my attempt to take down the man. But why?
Well, my Dad listened to country. All my friend’s Dad’s listened to country music. And growing up in a small southern town almost everyone listened to country on WLIK – AM. Now don’t get me wrong; I love my Dad. I am who I am because of him and will never be able to thank him enough for that. But Dad never bought into a different style of music…no matter how loud I played it; it just didn’t work.
Being the only boy in the family, I spent a lot of time with my ol man. He was in the natural gas business and he spent many a Saturday travelling from project to project with me in tow. That meant I was sequestered to listen to his music ALL DAY LONG, on my Saturday! Saturday was the only day I had to put all the pressures of grammar school behind me. I’m not sure how I made it but looking back I think my Dad’s music helped pave the way.
I had no choice, so I listened to the words very closely. As a kid, the lyrics held tremendous possibilities for me. I hadn’t had a beer yet, but it sounded like something I should look forward to (I was right). I didn’t have a pickup, but I began to want one badly. I really had no desire to go to prison but who knows what’s around the corner…right? I wanted an old faded pair of Levi’s, flannel shirt, and a belt buckle the size of a hubcap, but none of those were on my immediate horizon. It took me a while, but I finally figured out what a “honkey tonk angel” was and what caused “broken wings” and “broken halos.” I eventually discovered heart ache and tears, coming to the conclusion that they were inevitable but definitely not all they were cracked up to be. But I survived it just like all my Country and Western hero’s I mentioned earlier.
For me, country music is honest and authentic – it’s real. And so is Polyguard Products. This place is heartfelt, unpretentious, special people that stand for something, caring about each other as if they were family. I honestly feel like we’re a Family, a very close one. I really embrace being part of the Polyguard culture, being a part of the Polyguard circle. Developing products that impact the lives of people and their livelihoods. Constantly working to make products better and more efficient. All of this kinda sounds like it should be a country song, maybe to the tune of Waylon’s “Luckenbach Texas”
The only two things in life that make it worth livin’
Is Polyguard products and keeping buildings from leaking
I don’t want any of those nasty termite bites
I got my Polyguard wrapping me up tight tonight
Maybe it’s time we got back to basics of TERM
Let’s go to Corsicana Texas
and visit the Polyguard boys (and girls)
This successful life we’re living
Has us kicking it hard for 26 continuous years of growth.
Well I think you get the idea 😉