Sez Martin Gibson: Gee Arne And you don't know mine, either. . . . Didn't claim to, pardner. . . . Or any of the first hand knowledge I may really have. Hasn't seemed to slow you down. But you're certainly not helping rectify that. I don't think Toby Keith is Hank Williams, but I never said he was. Never said you did. I asked. Your knowledge seems limited to Top 40 country music. . . . To be honest, I couldn't tell you what was popular on top 40, outside of Toby Keith and the Chicks fighting it out on top. I play what I like and I like what I play. And sometimes that's country, whether _you_ deign to designate it as such or not. I'd note that many of the bands I listen to are generally starving or living hand-to-mouth, and that includes a couple that have made their way to country. Some have done a little better there, though. FWIW, the best thing that's happened to "country" in a long time is that some real musicians have made it there, and have gotten it away from the "my wife left me, my dog died, I lost my job, and the pickup stopped running" stuff. The "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou" scene introduced a lot of the "country" fans to some real talents, and there are other artists that have also done "country" much more good than "country" had ever done them. Which is a good thing, I guess. There will always be your Lee Greenwoods and Toby Keiths, but country is (and always has been) much more than just them. . . . But it's pretty good for a foreigner. You know, of course, what they used to say about about Hank Williams. . . . Cheers, -- Arne Langsetmo
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