Look away
I’ve always got an eye open for musical role models that Laura might like. She has pronounced likes and dislikes already, but she hasn’t heard all that much. (She digs Arlo Guthrie enormously, and she’s been liking the very impressive Abigail Washburn CD we got recently, to give you an idea of how her tastes run. Dislike: “bubblegum.” She knows it when she hears it.)
I’d been vaguely meaning to get her a copy of the Dixie Chicks‘ new CD, just to do my little part to piss off the war nuts who hate them so much. But it’s been looking like my help isn’t needed, since the CD is breaking sales records. So instead I picked up their penultimate one, Home, just because the cover art looked more inviting to me, and because it had a song by Tim O’Brien, a bluegrass guy I’ve been getting to like.
I suppose it is a measure of my yuppie snobbery that I’d always assumed the Dixie Chicks were another of those Monkee-like country-pop acts like Tim McGraw or Faith Hill. I take that back. They genuinely rock. They have a banjo player to make your hair stand up, and a fine fiddler too. One more prejudice blown away.
Hey Ted,
Going thru old emails (I never check AOL anymore, just my work mailbox) . . . came across an old one from you and have thoroughly enjoyed reading a bit of your blog.
I can tell you write for a living because it goes down real easy. BTW, the webpages are really nicely designed.
Gerry
The design is all canned. It’s incredibly easy to do this stuff these days. I just picked a look from a list of pictures, and boom.
The English is all me, though.