Larry Gude
Strung Out
Why is there no country bar here?![]()
Why is there no nuclear waste dump?
Why is there no leper colony?
Why is there no open pit to hell?
It is one thing to muddle through, as a white man, some decent rock tunes and fumble about in some semblance of a vaguely repetitive mating ritual/convulsion/jumble of moving parts. It's not all that bad to be half bombed and shake my disjointed and uncoordinated ass to the thumping beats of soul and motown. Even I look good to Brick House and Play that funky music. It's even OK to stand there at weddings and flail around and mutter to the thing that is the Macaroni. It's all in good fun.
However, to be in a country bar for hours on end, to listen to twanging guitars, fiddles and yet one more line about beating the dog, cheating on the truck and driving the old lady into a ditch, or one more ode to the back 40, all to that incessant jalopy, uber honky beat that all but commands you to put your hands on your hips, slide your head back and forth like it's a drawer on top of the tool cabinet and strut about like a drunken chicken, well, I am sorry.
Have you no sense of decency?