Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Want a piece of me? Let's go! cats_jammys at yahoo dot com
- Fresh Hell
- Wouldn't you like to know? . . . In case you would: I'm a girl. I'm in my late 30s. I was born under the glyph of death on the Mayan calendar. Yes, I'm Hispanic among a multitude of other cultures. I'm politically bored and incorrect. I don't pray or prey. I'm a scientist, but probably should have been a housewife. I'm not in a relationship. Sorry ladies, I like the fellers. I knit, but it's not likely you'll ever see my work on the internet. I wish I was a better writer. And while I'm wishing . . . I wish I was thinner, and made more money, and that things would get easier. I like it when I'm not all victimy.
Laughing at Tragedy!
4 comments:
I loves me some country too.
HOWEVER - you are right about pop country. It is VILE. Especially post-9/11 country. Am I right? Unbelievable.
Me too, Fresh.
Confession: Back in the late seventies, when punk was fading and synthesizers ruled the planet, the only job a flashy guitar player could get was playing country.
I served four years in country bands before getting paroled when music came to its senses again.
Yee and Haw!
Andraste~ You are so right. That horrid inexcusable racist, pro-God, pro-America crap gives me a sour stomach.
Dive~ There was some good country going on in the late seventies. I was really seduced by the country punk movement in the early eighties. I’ve always been the type to research the history of any music that sings to my soul, so imagine the can of worms that seduction opened!
Dive, your confession is shocking! I could listen to Flats and Scruggs all day long.
Post a Comment