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Cash fuckin only

I'm through fucking around. Tomorrow and Saturday nights, The Cabooze will be doing it's annual Cash Only gig. Both nights, local bands will take the stage and play a theme or twist on the Johnny Cash legend for approximately a half hour or 45 minute sets.

Look, if you listen to K102 and spend your money on We Fest tickets, you're a fucking moron. That's not Country. That's a bunch of fucking peacocks and peahens faking it to rake in your dough. You're a fucking sucker. The only people getting paid on that shit are Kenny Chesney, Mick Anselmo and Greg Swedberg. And the three of them don't deserve to lick the sweat off of Johnny's dead balls.

Tomorrow night, a bunch of sad sack sweaty drunk fucks with guitars cobbled together with duct tape and bailing wire are going to pour their hearts into songs written 40 to 50 years ago, and they're going to try to imagine why those songs are relevant in a world with iPods and iToilets and the whole convuluted circle is going to strain with the weight of itself.

But you know what? It will be real people really celebrating the real Johnny Cash.

So, for the 7,564th time, fuck everyone who has anything to do with Mainstream Country Music. Please don't go to the Cabooze Friday or Saturday night. And if you do, try not to embarrass yourself by singing along with songs you have no idea of which the lyrics are (is that English?) This is two nights where we don't want you around. We want to labor under our assumptions of music as art, as substance, as a part of our heritage...and you can take that P1 demographic and shove it up your asses.

Posted by Jack Sparks at January 18, 2007 11:23 PM

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