I somehow almost went a month without posting. It’s impressive on one hand and it’s depressing on another. One of the huge reasons is that I’m just not listening to new music with the kind of frequency or appetite that I was a year ago or three years ago. It leads to scenarios like these where I spend a paragraph trying to justify, if only to myself, how I let a month go by without any posts.
To rectify the situation, I’ll share one of the songs that I’ve spent a decent chunk of time listening to recently–it’s not a new song and it’s a country song so you’ve been warned. It’s Randy Rogers Band’s Interstate.
I think listening to it is my natural response to country radio. I believe fairly strongly that you shouldn’t denigrate something that others find joy in (and that’s one of the many reasons I think most music critics are sort of a joke), but I just don’t know how you can listen to Rascal Flatts or Hunter Hayes and say that their music is country. It’s pop with some country sensibilities and targeted at a country audience. I guess living in a city leads to more urban cowboy sort of programming (and I can attest that some stations outside the immediate Denver area are better), but it leaves something lacking for me when almost every male singer (thank god for George Strait) that is getting played is wearing pearl shirts, bedazzled jeans, and more hair product sans hat than almost every women I know and almost every female artist short of Kasey Musgraves is trying to be more like Whitney Houston than Dolly Parton. There’s nothing wrong with it except when the whole ecosystem has evolved to make Kasey Musgraves or Randy Rogers the exception. Nashville has gotten too caught up in its own reflection and I’m really afraid that they don’t realize it.
When I want to listen to country, I can surely tell you, I’m not seeking out Hunter Hayes. So I sit here and listen to Randy Rogers Band and lament.