last nite as i was walking through the living room i just happened to notice that taylor swift was the musical guest on the tonite show (for the record, i don’t like the tonite show, nor do i care for taylor swift). with a guitar that was louder than porter waggoner’s suits it was hard not to notice! she’s a cute girl, and i understand that she writes her own songs. that’s cool and all. nonetheless, she’s bad for country music. here’s why:
while ms. swift looks country enough, her band looked like a bunch of rejects from some sort of music reality show. the guitar player and drummer got kicked out of the emo band for not having the right haircuts (but they kept the emo drum kit and prs-les paul knock off). the bass player decided that ska was dead, but still liked wearing the outfit. the acoustic guitar player apparently was an extra on the partridge family: the “whatdya mean feathered hair’s out?” years. the banjo player didn’t know whether he was doing studio work for hootie and the blowfish or was shooting a wrangler ad with brett favre. not a cowboy hat, western shirt, cowboy boot or steel guitar in sight.
and they want me to think this is country music? i had to listen, just to see what this melting pot of mediocrity sounded like. it pretty much sounded like it looked. like pop music with a fiddle and a banjo added for decoration. the only reason this crap is country music is because they market it to people as such. if atlantic or capitol or whatever label put this crap on the shelves decided it was gonna be teeny rock, all they’d need to do is swap out the fiddle and banjo for an extra electric guitar and an organ player, tell taylor to lay off the hickville twang, and maybe give someone a visible tattoo.
God help us all when john prine, kris kristoferson, willie nelson and george jones die. all we’ll have left to keep us from entering the seventh level of shitty music hell will be george strait, and he doesn’t even play the damn guitar! he just holds it like he was born with it around his neck!
for the record, i blame the eagles. the eagles and garth brooks. the eagles for turning gram parson’s vision of country music into a glitzy, shiny shmaltzfest and garth brooks for doing dumbass stuff like smashing acoustic guitars on stage, swinging from rope ladders, and generally turning country music from something you two step and waltz to into a frickin’ circus.
yup, just one more reason to hate them both.
(edit 12.14.08: i’m tired of people commenting on this post, so i’m turning comments off. let’s move on…)