The Killing Of Musical Culture, One Chord At A Time
This is an excerpt from a column I post periodically
called the Friday Nite Sermon. It's kind of my take on the way a lot of
things that I used to love or respect or believe in have changed into
stuff that I either don't or can't anymore.
It's highly editorial, mercifully short and right to the point. You should be able to read it in less than 2 minutes. I will be publishing one of these every so often, because, well variety is the spice of life and if you have been following me at all, you know what I am about from a business perspective. This will help round out my profile a bit.
I Used To Believe In Country Music...But Things Have Changed.
I was raised on Hank Snow and Hank Williams and Buck Owens and Gene Autrey and The Sons of The Pioneers and Loretta Lynn and Tammy Wynette and Brenda Lee and Waylon Jennings and Johnny Cash. When I got older I loved Dwight Yoakam and The Judds and Sawyer Brown and Alan Jackson and Sammy Kershaw and George Strait and Patty Loveless, even Brooks & Dunn.
Then along came Garth Brooks and Shania Twain, and all of a sudden country music as I had come to know and love it seemed to fade away into the background and crossover became all the rage.
Crossover is kinda like somebody who doesn't know they