Saturday, October 25, 2008

Life is Not Tried...?

Garth Brooks. The name rouses contempt in the hearts of music-lovers. A 10-gallon hat filled with base lyrics, shoddy rhythms and the lingering scent of Old El Paso. Unlike your typical pop music, modern country does not shy away from vomiting its so-called message over the listener's head, torso and pants region, and then onto the couch, carpet, coffee-table and half-filled beer bottle. And with an obligatory fiddle and steel guitar accompaniment.

Thank you, Garth.

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