The Pulse

Country music. Whether you like it, or not; has captured the pulse of life. Country understands people. It acknowledges weaknesses, short comings, dreams, and angst. Its cool that way. Like a comedian you love, because when he speaks about the pain of life, you say, "I've been there." Then you LAUGH of all things. Country acknowledges mans foibles. People listen, and survive. They survive. They get through that long day. That job they hate. That relationship that their trapped in. In fact, Country music gets them out of that life their trapped in. Its says I've been there. Done that, and I have the beer stands to prove it.

Rock is mythology. Rock is angst. Rock shouts and shakes its fist at the world, while the angry masses shake their fists with it, and say, "yeah thats right we're here and we're pissed". Rock talks more about what we want it to be, and less like what it is. Rock is immature. Rock is at times a tantrum. Rock to me is less grounded in reality. Which escape can be good. To each his own.

Country, says this is where we are. Sometimes it says, I wish I was somewhere else, but it still looks at escape from inside the walls of whatever factory, hourly wage prison folks are trapped in. Folks. Not people. Country is folks. Pop is people. Rock is people with multiple piercings and bad hair cuts. Country music is the dog that you love. Your pal. Who is always there, and doesn't pee on things. Rock to me is an annoying yap dog. A little dog that won't shut up and tries to hump your smaller couch pillows.

Now I say this as a tweener. I was raised mostly in the North, by folks from the South. Which basically says, "I'm relatively obnoxious, even annoying; but I can still make grits and out Bass fish you on any day, with any fishin pole and 2 plastic worms.

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