Doce me faces voluntarem tuam quia Deus meus es tu

Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Yes, Kathryn, that's what we do in the red states. We listen to the Gatlin Brothers. And nothing else. It's almost like a liberal anthropology professor fawning over a native tribe in South America.

"Oh, look at the way they spear and gut that fish..."

"Yes, and how quaint that they have painted their faces and pierced their cheeks"

National Review must have the same syndrome.

"Oh, come look! The red-staters have this channel with music videos! And they're all wearings cowboy hats! It's CMT! Ooooh..."

I mean seriously.

Also, Evangelical Outpost has the following quote from Chuck Klosterman’s Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto:

The most wretched people in the world are those who tell you they like every kind of music “except country.” People who say that are boorish and pretentious at the same time. All it means is that they’ve managed to figure out the most rudimentary rule of pop sociology; they know that hipsters gauge the coolness of others by their espoused taste in sound, and they know that hipsters hate modern country music. And they hate it because it speaks to normal people in a tangible, rational manner. Hipsters hate it because they hate Midwesterners, and they hate Southerners, and they hate people with jobs.

Everyone say it with me now: Laaaaaaaame. There's a minute level of truth to this quote, but by and large, the people most commonly known to say such things are Johnny-Come-Latelys who listen to any drivel on rock radio. Hipsters, however they're defined, aren't afraid to listen to "country" music. They just won't listen to the schlock one finds on most country radio.
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