country music post
Sep. 14th, 2006 10:31 pmI've never really liked country music.
As a teenaged music snob I had an absolute abhorrence of it - there was just something too gosh darn earnest "mom and apple pie" about it for my gloomy gothy self to digest.
My opinion of it has softened somewhat: I like the fact that the Dixie Chicks told off our Commander and Thief (though I admittedly know little about their music), and I enjoyed some of Johnny Cash's music from "Walk the Line" ("Ring of Fire" particularly sticks in my head). But, there's still something else about the whole country music vibe that I've never liked, never been comfortable with, but never really been able to put a finger on or describe, because after all, apart from teenage angst there's nothing that awful about moms or apple pies...
Then I ran across this post by a Serbian country music fan transplanted to the U.S. who describes the music from an "outsider" perspective, and I think he might be on to something: traditional country music is written by and for "good ole boys", anxiously macho and tediously aching for the "good ole days" when men were men and women were either long-suffering mamas and wives or mean mistreatin' hussies who leave, taking the dog with them, or some such. What's there for me to identify with?
I'm not explaining this well, read the pile of lyrics over at the link and see if the gist of what blather I'm trying to cough up here makes sense :P'
Another jump lands you at this critique of country line dancing, which I've never participated in so I can't really confirm or deny the writer's findings (though I did attend a kick-ass rave that was held at a country/western bar after hours.... but that's a different story).
Tired now.
As a teenaged music snob I had an absolute abhorrence of it - there was just something too gosh darn earnest "mom and apple pie" about it for my gloomy gothy self to digest.
My opinion of it has softened somewhat: I like the fact that the Dixie Chicks told off our Commander and Thief (though I admittedly know little about their music), and I enjoyed some of Johnny Cash's music from "Walk the Line" ("Ring of Fire" particularly sticks in my head). But, there's still something else about the whole country music vibe that I've never liked, never been comfortable with, but never really been able to put a finger on or describe, because after all, apart from teenage angst there's nothing that awful about moms or apple pies...
Then I ran across this post by a Serbian country music fan transplanted to the U.S. who describes the music from an "outsider" perspective, and I think he might be on to something: traditional country music is written by and for "good ole boys", anxiously macho and tediously aching for the "good ole days" when men were men and women were either long-suffering mamas and wives or mean mistreatin' hussies who leave, taking the dog with them, or some such. What's there for me to identify with?
I'm not explaining this well, read the pile of lyrics over at the link and see if the gist of what blather I'm trying to cough up here makes sense :P'
Another jump lands you at this critique of country line dancing, which I've never participated in so I can't really confirm or deny the writer's findings (though I did attend a kick-ass rave that was held at a country/western bar after hours.... but that's a different story).
Tired now.
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Date: 2006-09-15 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-15 02:56 am (UTC)Perhaps not the "kick ass" you were thinking of, but still it sounds like it's not the norm in traditional country music.
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Date: 2006-09-15 02:59 am (UTC)mostly tangenting
Date: 2006-09-15 03:07 am (UTC)I used to say I couldn't stand any country music, but long years of exposure to and enjoyment of folk music have let me appreciate it a bit. Not all of it -- if there's going to be any boots in asses involving Toby Keith, it's gonna be mine in his -- but there are some really good artists out there. And Johnny Cash has always kicked ass. =)
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Date: 2006-09-15 03:24 am (UTC)Re: Johnny Cash: I give the guy mad props for embracing the creative even though it was way after his generation - he covered NIN and Depeche Mode which most people his age would never have touched, and he did them well!
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Date: 2006-09-15 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-15 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-15 02:21 pm (UTC)However the accents make me crazy. If I can't understand what you're saying, you've lost me.
Plus, as I have never owned a truck, a dawg, a woman, or a rifle, I feel sort of disqualified bt default.
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Date: 2006-09-15 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-16 02:52 am (UTC)Well, I've never thought that it tried to promote "fine American values", just "good ole boy values". Which, I suppose, if you're the drinkin' cheatin' ass-kickin' guy singing, is a barrel of laughs, but if you're not, it's just kind of pathetic.
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Date: 2006-09-16 02:53 am (UTC)A truck, rifle, or woman - not so much :P
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Date: 2006-09-16 10:34 pm (UTC)Nashville, Tennessee, written and recorded by the Brothers-In-Law on their album, "The Establishment"
I could never live in Nashville, Tennessee
'cause the songs they sing just ain't the kind for me
They're all hung up with despair
On a broken love affair
Or a chronicle of infidelity
Every time I hear that syrupy refrain
It's oozin' heartache, misery and pain
And I can tell by every verse
That things is gettin' worse
I could never live in Nashville, Tennessee
Now them Nashville folks ain't built like me and you
'cause they never ever find a love that's true
They're perpetually grievin'
'cause someone dear is leavin'
And maybe that's because they sing the way they do
So walk on by, keep movin' on, right by my door
'cause I'm wearin' out the shoes that Charlie wore
And in spite of all your schemin'
The pillow that I dream on
Has been thrown on someone else's bedroom floor
If you ever go to Nashville, Tennessee
Then, brother, better listen here to me
If country-western music is your goal
You just better be prepared to bare your soul
For you should realize that each Tennessean dirge
Has gotta show a masochistic urge
But every sob and every tear's
Worth fifty grand a year
In good ol' mournful Nashville, Tennessee