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Steel players finger better!

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I think the concerned among us should sue Nashville for the rights to the term "Country Music." They're certainly not doing much that involves it. (Apologies to Brad Paisley and the vast minority who still are, God love ya.)

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Livin' in the Past and the Future with a 12 string Mooney Universal tuning.

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James R.Hall
MSA S10 & MSA D12

Thank GOD for Alan Jackson!

I could have done without all the "video crap" that was going on behind every performer. The whole friggin' show looked like a pinball machine/cum fireworks display. Does that actually impress people??? Oh, I forgot..."When you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with bullcrap". I just get rather depressed when every TV awards show looks like a video game.

Clearly, music was secondary to the "visual spectacle" that was proffered.

The opening number was as close to "outlaw rock" as you can get. This was to fool the dimwits that it was not a country show...it was hip...rad...far out, etc., etc., etc..

Dr. Phil and Lance Burton were about as necessary as mayonnaise on a Hershey Bar.

You had two young girls (along with a myriad of youngsters and so-called adults) screaming, hollering and yelling their songs out (they called it singing) to a full house screaming and yelling (they called it applause) and three judges trying to prove to anyone, including themselves and the viewing audience, that these two screamers were the greatest singers ever in the history of man.

Until the 50's, adults overlooked kidstuff and called it what it was and relied on the tried and proven true feeling, "they will grow out of it if no one pays any attention to them".

Then with the help of Dr Spock and other intellectual idiots, they started to indulge ther kids, deify their kids and make them into little gods. So they indulged every want and fantasy those little hellions even hinted at.

And if that was not enough, the adults started to accept and even mimic the immature adolescent nonsense of their kids.

Sadly today, those little "gods" have grown up and they have NEVER known or heard a single note of music in their lives; that was not played 80 DB too loud; or screamed from the tops of some so-called singer's lungs. Too them, that is the ONLY "music" they have EVER known. Anything else is "Dentist music" and that INCLUDES Country Music, sadly.

So music of ANY genre' is now a hodgepodge of homogonized screamers (they call themselves singers) and dazzlers regardless of what it is called. It is all the same. You can tune into any radio station in Atlanta and you will hear the exact same screamers and yellers called singers. Doesn't matter what station you tune to.

The same goes I imagine from coast to coast. Same goes for the DJ's. They do NOT know the meaning of speaking anymore. There is only one level and that is in the extreme righthand side of that red area on their audio level meters.

Same goes for TV. It does not matter whether it is in the program or the commercial, the louder it is and the screechier they scream, the raunchier they look, the more immoral and indecent they act or dance (if one can call it dancing) it is called music and everyone loves and accepts it apparently. Well almost everyone...

And so it goes...

Dear friends, there is an old saying, "you are what you eat" I will coin a new one for today's music, "music is whatever the masses listen to!"

May Jesus have mercy on our souls for what man has wrought; and worse, permitted in their offsprings. Some of us predicted what is happening today, the day we first heard (and worse), saw Elvis. And he was a sunday school choir boy in comparison to what is happening today.

And they call it music. Yeah right. I believe that if Ray Price was 25 yrs old today, he would starve to death. Same goes for all the rest of the great singers of yesteryear that we love and admire so much.

If they don't dazzle them with blinding lights, deafening noise (they call it music) and warp speed video shots that includes ensconcing the so-called singer in a constant barrage of 360 degree paranoia (they call it panarama) and video diahreah, they are not interested in going to see it or buying it.

If a singer was to stand up there and sing a beautiful "Soft Rain" song, strumming a beautiful Martin guitar with a band that was not playing at 180DB, they would throw everything including their panties and bras(IF they were wearing any) at him. Only they would not be throwing it out of adoration; but because they would think that singer had come from another universe; and was an alien to them and what they call music.

Incidently, I did not watch the Country Music show. I am sorry I watched the AMI show. If it had not been that Diana DeGarmo lives a short distance from me I wouldn't have. And I am sorry I did. Because she proved the above beyond any shadow of a doubt. The award went to the loudest screamer.

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What do you mean, no talent? Have you ever seen anyone carry around and spin a microphone stand as well as he does?

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Lee, from South Texas
Down On The Rio Grande

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Ironic isn't it? We have to listen to something called "Alt. Country" in order to hear what we use to call "Country Music", because "Rock Music" decided to change their name to "Country Music". Geeez! I's starting to sound like a bad Dr Seuss story!