I believe that kind of like your taste buds, your taste in music can change a little.

I never ate broccoli until I was 23 years old. I ate it because I was having dinner at a friend’s house and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by NOT eating everything he’d put out for me. So, I sucked it up, tried a little and found that I actually do like it pretty well.

Strangely, and much to my chagrin, the same thing is happening with music that could be considered “country” or even “Southern rock.”

Now, hang on … before you go saying, “Who are you and what have you done to Jacque?” I’m still here to keep it real — I hate 99.4 percent of country music. But every so often, I’ll come across a song that just sticks with me.

This is one of them. “Love Don’t Live Here” by Lady Antebellum.

I probably listen to this song 10 times a day. There’s just something about it. Both its words and its music. I really, truly like this song a whole lot. If I were making “The Soundtrack of Jacque” this song would be on it.

I may even be on the cusp of becoming a — gulp — fan — of this band. They’re in Nashville toward the end of April and I’d actually like to go see them. I mean, why not? I have to go to Nashville anyway, so may as well, right?

I’m not completely wheezed, am I? Have I totally lost it?