Man, no one seems to appreciate country music. I mean i come from the east anyway, and the northeast at that. I go to school now in that most urban of urbanities, thee city of new york, where classes in detached irony and smugness are required. Not only that, but in attending an "ivy league" school (well, kind of...) one must not indulge in such categorically sincere and patriarchal rot. When did it become a crime to mean something through and through? i appreciate irony very much (without i would be even less funny...) but with only irony, life devolves into this husk of semiotic self-referencing and disscociation. Irony has its good points: it's funny and helps us put personal issues into perspective; it leads to a non-triumphalistic perspective, a non-chauvanistic idea structure. But at what cost? why do we stop caring about things? Is it because the afore-mentioned perspective has diminished all issues to miniscule points on our teliological canvas? Why can't we live in a balance of recognizing our possibility of error and gradiose posturing, but still throw in that effort of inserting our emotional involvement into everything we do?
i think we can. and that's why i listen to country music.
more on what i have learned from country music in my next post.