April 04, 2007
I'll take 'em any way I can get 'em
Originally published March 1, 2002
My broken-down, over-the-hill, stone-deaf, shadow of the man he used to be ex-Special Forces friend, "RECONDO3," sent me an e-mail today to let me know how bluegrass music got its name. Being the sort of egotistical snot who thinks he's smart, he felt obliged to send me this.
Hey, RECONDO3. I WAS BORN IN KENTUCKY, you pathetic fool, way up a hollow (pronounced "holler") in the hills where bluegrass music has its deepest roots. I have the mountains in my blood and that music in my soul and the Scots-Irish green eyes to prove it. A flatland, sand-pounding, palmetto-scrub, low-country low-brow such as yourself has a lot of nerve to lecture ME about BLUEGRASS. But I appreciate the e-mail. I figure you must have read my post about the Grammys last night, or at least had someone READ IT TO YOU, you illiterate swamp-thing. A hit is a hit, no matter where it comes from. I appreciate them all.
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