15 June 2003
Where are the Hank Snows of yesteryear?
That Ain't Country dot Com, billed as "Latest Outrages to Grand Ole Country", is one of those sites that bemoan the vapidity of present-day Nashville, and while I suspect its writers would have been just as unhappy forty-odd years ago when Music Row started dubbing in strings behind Patsy Cline, they're delightfully snarky when they find a target and these days, there's no shortage of targets.
I particularly liked this April denunciation of a Rascal Flatts disc:
Rascal Flatts sings spritely songs with good harmony and toe-tapping rhythms, but you can say exactly the same thing about the Backstreet Boys' albums, and for exactly the same reasons. Worse, both groups smell of Stridex and Zima, instead of whiskey and heartache.
You don't even want to imagine what they had to say about the Dixie Chicks.
Posted at 8:18 PM to Tongue and Groove
Hey, whatever happened to that Zima guy, anyway?
Mean drunk, I heard; you don't see him around much anymore.
Incidentally, we're getting some traffic from thataintcountry.com now, so cluttering up this comment section (as I am doing now) will create the illusion that people actually read the stuff I write. :)
The best way to create an illusion though...
...is to use more than one name for your comments.
(This has been a test of the Emergency Troll Notification System. If it had been an actual alert, normal discussion would have been discontinued.)
As distinguished from, say, the crap Andrea Harris has to put up with.
uh huh, sure. i can't seem to get there, so your writing is suspect until i see it (did i tell you that i'm from the show-me state?). :D
Incidentally, news items at TAC are automagically posted at a message board; the item which acknowledged my existence has drawn no comments at all. Were I possessed of O'Reilly-level self-absorption, I'd say I left them speechless. :)