This town is't big enough for so many musical styles.
You can run but you can't hide. 'Cos sooner or later, boys, a man has got to face THE MUSIC.
And the music is not rock. It is not that terrible noise they call 'house'.
And it is certainly not the R&B all them young people listen to.
The music that will stir your soul, rock your bones and fill the hearts of the righteous with the love of Jesus is of course... BLUEGRASS.
Decent people (with a decent hair-do, for that matter), playing a decent piece of music to some decent words.
And YES, that music brings me to tears. YES, I find truth and comfort in there. YES, it makes me feel at home. YES, it made me realise that I was 'drifting too far from the shore'. But now I have returned to the House of Jesus, now I have been SAVED.
Blessed be the banjo! Hail to the fiddle! Hark the mandolin!
And I hereby declare that I will kill every theatersportsperson that - upon the suggestion 'bluegrass' or 'country' - cries out 'Yee Ha' and starts a pitifull imitation of riding horseback.
3 comments:
The standard theatresportplayers reaction to country music would indeed be very different if they read Stack and Gundlach's "The effect of Country Music on suicide." In which they argue that Country: "nurtures a suicidal mood through its concerns with problems common in the suicidal population, such as marital discord, alcohol abuse, and alienation from work."
:)
Where can I get that book/article? Fantastic!
Where can I get that book/article? Fantastic!
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