Bringing a dog to life with music (Radio in Retrospect #1)

I want to force myself to think about and subsequently write about something, and writing about Sophie made me realize that I want to write more about music in specific. Writing about music is like dancing about architecture, sure, but that's awesome on its face. So, over the course of about a dozen posts, I'll be revisiting the strange music of America at the end of 2010. We may weep, we may cringe, we may find meaning; and we will repeat this process until I've staked an opinion on every song on the Billboard Year-End Top 100 of 2010. As a sort of framing device I'll be applying letter grades to each song (A++ to F-). I'm choosing such a frivolous system so it doesn't distract from the point of the music review: to say something insightful about as many songs as possible, and something witty about the rest. #100: Lover, Lover — Jerrod Niemann So let's start off with a confession: Historically, I haven't been a fan of country music sung by men. I was once a "no rap no country" bro,…