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Week in Review: September 4th #meta

One of the lessons from work that I am trying to apply more to my personal life is to take a moment to recognize your own accomplishments, so I am going to experiment with these “meta” posts a bit. I also learned how to make use of the “Read More” tag in WordPress. It was surprisingly easy.

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In Defense of Scouting

I am, somewhat accidentally, a fairly involved Scout Parent. I wasn’t in Scouts as a youth, and in fact I was kind of against the Boy Scouts. Now I have assorted hats, patches, and uniforms, which at some point means I have to stop claiming it was an accident and start owning it.

Perhaps that day will be today.

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Hip-Hop versus Country Western

Via user Alex' B on flickr

For reasons I can’t fully comprehend, I have been on a Country Western kick lately. I say this more than a little sheepishly, because when I was younger James Hetfield of Metallica spit beer on me at a concert and I didn’t bathe for a week.

On a related note, I just Googled James Hetfield to make sure I was spelling his name right and he’s 52.

Fifty-freaking-two. The only metal you have left in you at 52 are the rods in your hip replacement and the gold you diversified your retirement portfolio into.

So here I am, completely and unironically listening to Zac Brown Band radio on Pandora, and enjoying it. Perhaps it’s because many lyrics relate to beer, of which I generally approve. There are also a fair amount of references to doing nothing, which is also right up my alley. I also get a chuckle out of the Boss-man ruining everyone’s day, because I wear a suit to work and could generally pass as a Boss Man if you dropped me in a Honky Tonk somewhere.

The best part, though, is that while I’m humming along like a thing that hums a lot (humming pig? I don’t know it’s a stretch, work with me here) one of my many little voices is providing a running commentary.

Man these guys own a lot of trucks

I love Jesus and all, but I’m not sure He has a position on either America or Apple Pie

Why is everyone so excited to be a farmer? Farming is hard work. Horses smell bad.

On the other hand, Mrs. Nostrikethat has an affinity for Top 40, which right now seems to mostly be what passes for Hip-Hop these days + Taylor Swift and is what we listen to in the minivan, which I also drive without a shred of irony.

It’s a good thing I didn’t invent time travel when I was 18 because I would be punching myself in the balls right now.

All of this is to say that I am a little musically confused right now. Lost, if, you will, on the ol’ country road on the way to Graceland, where Fergie Ferg has taken up residence like a less talented Celine Dion in Vegas singing Sur le pont D’Avignon in her native Quebecois, except Fergie doesn’t speak French, or even really English, at least so far as “mmm” and “yeah” constitute some sort of new proto-language spoken only by deviants and graduates of the University of Phoenix, which is neither a University nor of Phoenix.

What I’m saying is, I’m a little lost here, but I noticed something. You know how rappers have certain words they have to say in order for it to count as a rap song? Country Western music has the same thing. To help myself sort it all out, I have compiled this list of Hip Hop to Country Western name checks, cliches, and otherwise knee-jerk tropes.

 

Hip Hop Cliche Country Western Trope
Up In Da Club On a Back/Dirt Road
Henny Budweiser
Benz This Ol’ Ford Truck
Lex Chevy
Rims Lift Kit
Biggie Patsy Kline
Eazy E Johnny Cash
Get Money/Hoes/Clothes God Bless the USA/Mamma/My Truck
Cuervo Whiskey
Hot Gurl Dancin’ On The Speakers Hot Gurl Dancin’ In the Headlights of My Truck
Boots with the fur Bare feet on the dashboard
Shakin’ It Shakin’ It
Rikers The County Jail
Spent my Rent Money on Friday Night Too Damn Broke, Went Fishin’ Instead
Dem girls be crazy, yo! I’m crazy (about you/in general)

I hope you find this helpful as you take the long dirt road back to the club for some barefoot booty shakin’.

Unless you go fishin’ instead.

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