Bubbler
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My wife is watching whatever Country Music Award show of the week is on right now. Another celebration of studio-created garbage country music.
There's so much to criticize, but these posing artists crack me up.
If rap has studio gangsters, what are these tanned, glossed up by their record company assholes wearing a T-shirt and a trucker's hat called? Studio hillbillies? Don't country fans see right through this formulaic, manufactured ****?
These guys aren't even as country as I am. The next $5 case of beer they drink will be their first.
Speaking of the artists, how do country fans differentiate? I've seen three, mid-20 to mid-30s male singers so far and I'll be damned if they didn't all do the same song. OK they didn't, but they might as well have. Some came in trucker hats, some came in black cowboy hats, all came in blue jeans.
I don't even think these artists are real. They're plastic toys. Flip switch to "up-tempo" or "ballad".
Every country song is damn near the same. Three verses and chorus, the last chorus generally without musical accompanyment to make it stand out. Add a dash of steel guitar, slide guitar or fiddle for country cred, but mostly, rely on the kind of pop music conventions used in top 40 and rock.
Make sure to have faux-work-a-day, I-drink-my-beer-down-at-the-honky tonk type lyric, or, Christian 101 sentimentalism, or, I love my country girl lyric.
Either way they're as probably written by a professional songwriter in a mansion in Nashville's West End who hasn't seen in a church in their life and who prefers to go down to Nashville's Hustler Hollywood to bathe their country girl in black latex and a ball gag. OK I went too far with that, but you get the drift.
Also, for the male country artists, it's standard to make sure to include a Texas-sized helping of mugging to the camera to the female fans are fooled into thinking he's seems down-to-earth and authentic. Kenny Chesney accepted of course.
Don't get me started on Reba McIntyre, whose mere presence breaks me into hives. Or George Strait, the most crushingly boring superstar in any medium ever. Contemporary country music sucks, sucks, sucks.
What the world needs now is for George Jones to get drunk off his ass, ride his lawnmower on to the stage, start shooting a six-shooter into the ceiling, followed by a successful wooing Carrie Underwood into the sack based solely on his ability to bite a Pabst can in half.
There's so much to criticize, but these posing artists crack me up.
If rap has studio gangsters, what are these tanned, glossed up by their record company assholes wearing a T-shirt and a trucker's hat called? Studio hillbillies? Don't country fans see right through this formulaic, manufactured ****?
These guys aren't even as country as I am. The next $5 case of beer they drink will be their first.
Speaking of the artists, how do country fans differentiate? I've seen three, mid-20 to mid-30s male singers so far and I'll be damned if they didn't all do the same song. OK they didn't, but they might as well have. Some came in trucker hats, some came in black cowboy hats, all came in blue jeans.
I don't even think these artists are real. They're plastic toys. Flip switch to "up-tempo" or "ballad".
Every country song is damn near the same. Three verses and chorus, the last chorus generally without musical accompanyment to make it stand out. Add a dash of steel guitar, slide guitar or fiddle for country cred, but mostly, rely on the kind of pop music conventions used in top 40 and rock.
Make sure to have faux-work-a-day, I-drink-my-beer-down-at-the-honky tonk type lyric, or, Christian 101 sentimentalism, or, I love my country girl lyric.
Either way they're as probably written by a professional songwriter in a mansion in Nashville's West End who hasn't seen in a church in their life and who prefers to go down to Nashville's Hustler Hollywood to bathe their country girl in black latex and a ball gag. OK I went too far with that, but you get the drift.
Also, for the male country artists, it's standard to make sure to include a Texas-sized helping of mugging to the camera to the female fans are fooled into thinking he's seems down-to-earth and authentic. Kenny Chesney accepted of course.
Don't get me started on Reba McIntyre, whose mere presence breaks me into hives. Or George Strait, the most crushingly boring superstar in any medium ever. Contemporary country music sucks, sucks, sucks.
What the world needs now is for George Jones to get drunk off his ass, ride his lawnmower on to the stage, start shooting a six-shooter into the ceiling, followed by a successful wooing Carrie Underwood into the sack based solely on his ability to bite a Pabst can in half.
