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So what if singer/songwriter/guitarist Keith Urban didn't get nominated for a Country Music Award? I love him just the same. As a matter of fact, I love him more than ever.

The influential folks behind the CMA has rejected Keith for many reasons, many of which they don't readily admit, and many of which remind me why I dig this guy in the first place. He's different. He isn't from Nashville but Australia. He doesn't don cowboy hats but wears tight blue jeans. In his music videos, he makes out with his girl instead of waving the American flag. He sings about rainy Sundays instead of September 11. He adds a tang of hip hop to the conventional country tune repertoire of fiddle and steel with his music.

If Master Yoda were to say it, a traditional country singer he is not.

In the ultra-conservative and sometimes blindly patriotic world of country music, Keith Urban is a maverick. I love him for that, and more.

Like all of Keith's adoring female (and some male and those in-between) fans, yes, I find him undeniably appealing. The shaggy blonde hair, the dazzling smile, the nice tush, plus the fact that nothing gets between him and his Calvins (well, Diesels are more like it)...I'm but a girl who can't help but say yes to all that. Why not? Life's too short to deprive one's self of such delight.

Yes, he makes me want to say "Owww!" and moonwalk like Michael Jackson. Yes, he makes me wish sometimes that I were a ganjo for a day. But my one-sided love affair with Keith Urban doesn't end there, my friends. I'm not his stalker nor a part of his groupies; simply one of the many folks who have visions way beyond Keith Urban's good looks, pretty bum and what not.

I see, even with my eyes closed, an artist living his passion with true conviction that I can only envy. I hear a musician with a rhythm in his soul - one that I feel when he sings, but even more so when he plays. How does he give life to all those keys and notes and chords? So soulful. So spellbinding. So devastatingly beautiful. So inspiring it hurts.

Yes, it's all about soul. When it gets down to that, it's hard to make emotions concrete, nor write about them, not even put them in perspective.

So while everyone is kicking and screaming that Keith Urban didn't get a CMA nomination, I'm just sitting here with a contented look on my face, thinking, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."

Source: FoggyDays.com