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From: Karen Newcombe <kln@staralliance.com>
Date: Mon, 28 Jul 1997 11:31:34 -0700
Subject: Charlie Daniels
To: Love-hounds@gryphon.com
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>BTW: Karen. You are a great lady with taste and skill, >but for your information, Charlie Daniels is one of the >a talented, productive and generous guy in >Nashville. Think what you will, but for a certain >time, place, and people, he said what needed to be >said, and he did it very well. He deserves his place >on the bus because he made it work for both himself >and the people he supported. Leave the longhaired >country boy alone. Sorry to offend, len. I'm sure Charlie's a fine gentleman, and I didn't mean to pick on him in particular. Growing up in the South was (for me) a frustrating exercise in coping with wholesale ignorance, stupidity, and prejudice. Of course most of us felt that way about our home towns when we were teenagers. I came to associate the big Southern Rock boom of the 70's with the type of guys who leaned out of their gun-laden pickup trucks and tried to punch me in the head as they drove past my bicycle -- or beat the hell out of black farm workers on Saturday nights because "The South was going to rise again" as their blaring car stereos proclaimed. Try as I might, I just can't shake my dislike of those songs or bands. One GOOD consequence for me was that I spent most of my teen years listening to the soul, jazz and alternative stations -- so I developed an abiding love for soul music, a beginner's appreciation of jazz, and discovered Joni Mitchell's more eclective ouvre, and Pink Floyd who were absolutely not played on the "popular" radio stations. I suppose each of us has formed our musical preferences in different ways. Karen kln@staralliance.com