Sunday 13 October 2002

Pic of the day: The Sims in Country & Western mood.

Country music is from Hell

It's not like anything happened today. It's not like you couldn't just read yesterday's entry. I slept in till noon or so. I spent the day playing a paladin in DAoC and hunting undead in the Tomb of Mithra. I also snuck in some rounds of Civilization III, and spent the late evening reading the weird and not too family-friendly online comic Life of Riley (ClanBOB). (It's not the sex, it's the violence.) (Oh man, I fed the search engines, didn't I?)

Oh yeah, and I kinda wrote a few chapters of fiction, I guess. Like, kinda, you know, romance stuff. Like people who love people and are making a fool of themselves and being all unsure about it in the process. As if I would know the first thing about that.

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So onward to today's topic: Country music is from Hell. I have said that before, haven't I? I listened today to this happy song, and noticed that the text sucked. I mean, the text started out kinda happy and ended really depressive. Not that the melody changed. But it's the only way it can be with country and western music. Even when they manage to not have depressive tunes, they still got to have deppy lyrics, because of the blood-signed contract with the devil or something. Probably something.

I tend to believe that certain forms of music correspond to larger patterns of brain waves (a theory I first read in Fred Hoyle's novel "The Black Cloud", incidentally). It certainly makes sense. You may notice how certain "types" of people, who live certain kind of lives, prefer certain genres of music.

You know they play country music in bars to make people drink more? No kidding. When people get depressed, in a slow and subtle way, and there's alcohol to be had, they buy it. It works too. That just goes to show how evil country music is. And you thought rock was un-Christian? And mind you, I like country music. I think it sounds pretty good, not at all like nails scraping on a blackboard. I grew up in western Norway, where many people think of Nashville the way Muslims think of Mecca. That could have something to do with it. Anyway, I learned long ago that this music makes people destructive and/or self-destructive. It sounds kinda harmless, but you listen to the stuff and you get a depression, you can shake your hand with your other hand and thank yourself because that's the point!

But it's pretty good to start you off writing about lonely hearts and people being fools for love, I guess. Just don't overdo it. More than a few minutes and you could take serious damage. Heed my warning. Or you could end up drunk, divorced, friendless, suicidal, or worse, publishing something.