That Other Kind of Music

Jun 22, 2006 01:02

Greetings again, in the name of Clapton, Santana, and Bo Diddley. Today I continue to relate to you about the things I learned from my Rock and Roll pilgrimage.

On June 9th of this year, I was in attendance at a concert by John Prine. I was introduced to his music by my Father, who also was at the concert. I may have said before, but I have always considered Country music is the antithesis, the polar opposite of Rock and Roll. My Father tried to assure me that he was a Folk musician that simply bordered on Country, but I couldn't help but feel, as the music began, that he was Country through and through.

As the concert progressed, I noticed that he seemed incredibly moved by the performance. It was my Father who gave me all my instruction in Rock and Roll appreciation. To see him in such a state made me feel that he had somehow, somewhere lost the faith.

But, I was to be proven quite wrong that evening, most fortunately. It was near the end of this concert that he began singing a track called "Some Humans Ain't Human," which was a very clear shot at the way the government mishandled the War in Iraq. It was through this song that the full meaning of Folk music came through.

And then I got to thinking about something my cousin had said before. He told me that Country music does some very impressive things instrumentally. I do have to agree that, while the content may be sorely lacking, they at least have enough talent to play their own instruments. This was displayed most prominently through the bass cello and the slide guitar man of that evening. And, last, I found that this was indeed a group of talent. It was not merely a remixed version of the same song about a man who cheated on his wife but still can't see why she left him. From "Grandpa was a Carpenter" to "Your Flag Decal Won't Get You into Heaven Anymore" and "Let's Talk Dirty in Hawaiian," I came to learn that not all Country music is stark heresy. There are some who adhere closely to its roots of Folk music, which was the original Protest music.

My sermon ends now. Go in peace.
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