A musician friend recently repeated Steve Earle’s assertion that contemporary country music is “hip-hop for people who are afraid of black people.” I objected. In addition to reeking of sour grapes, Earle’s quip epitomizes the sort of divisive cultural classism that’s contributing to the ongoing societal rupture.
I’m living proof that owning a MAGA hat isn’t required to appreciate current country hits. Sure, the audience at last night’s Carrie Underwood concert was almost entirely white. So what? The audience at the Little Joe Hernandez concert I attended last weekend was almost entirely Latino. I may not like the elective (or the officially mandated) segregation policies in Kansas City, but that doesn’t mean every music lover is racist.
As someone raised on the songs of Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, I take it personally when an outsider puts down any form of country. I may prefer Colter Wall to Rascal Flatts, but it’s never occurred to me to categorically impugn the character of fans of pop-country. Even though I often joke that lots of people like bad music, I'm won't slander those who choose to listen to sounds I deem inferior.
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I reviewed a concert by Carrie Underwood, Maddi & Tae and Runaway June for The Kansas City Star.
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I write weekly concert previews for The Kansas City Star.
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I critique every set I caught at the Chicago Jazz Festival at Plastic Sax.
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The audio component of my KCUR feature about Robert Castillo and the Sextet is now available for streaming.
(Original image by There Stands the Glass.)
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