Monday, July 16, 2012

From the Doodle-Ma-Tron: Country Pompadour

So we've been talking about old rockers. Now it looks like we're on to country and western.Check out this fellow in his fancy shirt and big old head or hair. A few random musings:
  1. As discussed, rock 'n' roll was once youngster music. This has changed over the decades (Keith Richards is still at it, and judging by appearances, I'm pretty sure he's like a thousand-years-old or something), but the genre is self-conflicted: it's supposed to be forever young but it just ain't so anymore. Country music never had that problem: it's always been a multi-generational affair, old has always been fine. (Country is a genre that deliberately celebrates the old ways. Rock 'n' roll is always about breaking with the past. I suppose that's a big part of it.) Hmm.
  2. I'm pegging this guy as a seventies Nashville cat. It's funny how during that time, as the hippies grew their hair down their backs, even the "squares" coiffes got longer— the country musicians, the anchormen, the TV detectives, the accountants, all the regular guys — nothing so dramatic as those freaky kids, but still, bigger, pouffier, maybe some sideburns thrown in. Like this guy. Hmm.
  3. For a genre that's inherently conservative, it's funny how a lot of those big-time Nashville getups were so flamboyantly over the top. (This guy's little gold-trimmed and -tassled number is tame by comparison.) Hmm.
Random ruminations complete. Hmm.

1 Whose joke was that? "I like both kinds of music: country and western."


  1. Re: your footnote: It's a line from The Blues Brothers. When Elwood asks the wife at Bob's Country Bunker what kind of music they usually have there, she replies, "Oh, we got both kinds — country and western."

    1. Ahh, obliged. I'm glad the fuzzy recesses of my brain got it almost right.

  2. I love! hate! Google.
    Type in "both kin" and you get the answer to the question.
    Anyway, I like this guy. And his shirt. No Porter Wagoner, but he'll do fine.
    For some reason, though, I think less "Nashville" and more "Reno".

    1. Yeah, I sometimes, as in this case, specifically choose not to Google the answer. It's easy now, with a few key clicks, to know almost everything about anything, but I occasionally choose to savor my ignorance. Mmm, ignorance-licious! (And sometimes I'm just lazy and manage to get my kind readers to do my Googling for me.) Roz Chast had a pretty funny cartoon in the New Yorker recently about life in the pre-Google days. (Side note: I originally typed in "both kin", and actually hit "Enter". The first link got into some pretty weird territory.)