Covered in Beer by Thomas Cochran.
Just another idiot on the Internet…Great.
Last week, I came across an editorial in Charleston’s Post and Courier written by Harrison Russin, a Duke University “Musicology” grad student, explaining why classical music is still valuable and deserves our support. (I am linking to its appearance in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution because the P&C makes you pay to view its content. Ha.) I don’t spend many sleepless nights worrying about this subject but I am tired of these self-serving people begging us to support music we no longer like. There is a reason the music and the institutions associated with it are dying; it’s way past time that we let them go.
Russin says he was compelled to write after watching the recent Country Music Awards when he realized how many more millions of fans country music has than classical. Yes…well? I understand his disheartening realization because he has spent lots of time and money studying this music and presumably hopes to pursue a career in it. While wanting to “save” it is honorable, I’m afraid his efforts are feckless at best. The Classical genre has been on a banana peel skid towards the grave for years. Opera houses and symphonies constantly run over-budget, musicians go on strike, taxpayers tire of footing its bills and most importantly people aren’t attending the concerts. Tim McGraw isn’t begging for bailouts.
This problem is a local one for me, and I bet if you did some digging, you’d find it is one for you as well. The City of Charleston began a giant rebuilding of the city’s auditorium a year ago. Taxpayers like me are on the hook for $71 million worth of the project’s costs. Now, you can talk to me about economic impact and how it’s good for the city and important for the children etc., but I don’t want to hear it. Anytime people talk about how things are “important for our children’s future” are full of it and can only play on our heartstrings to prove a point. This city floods anytime someone leaves a garden hose on but we need a new auditorium? One in which promotes art that the majority of the city’s population couldn’t give a crap about? What a great example of phony-baloney elites promoting their own interests with my tax money because “I just don’t know what’s good for me.”
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Charleston, South Carolina is my home and I love living here. Recently, Charleston has gained a lot of national exposure for good reason. It has a lot of wonderful characteristics and features; and they have been covered and covered and covered by blogs, TV shows, travel websites, cooking magazines and TMZ every time Oprah comes here to shop. My purpose is not to counter those arguments because I agree with them. But here are a few things I hate about Charleston.
1. Palmetto Bugs
Have you ever heard the phrase, “lipstick on a pig”? Well, this is putting a nice hat on a roach. According to the Orkin Man, there is no entomological difference between an American cockroach and a “palmetto bug.” But proud Charlestonians don’t want to admit that the city is teaming with roaches, so they changed the name to something charming. Frankly, a more apt description of a palmetto bug for me would be the guys hocking those palm frond roses everywhere you turn.
2. Bad Food
Huh? Yeah. Charleston is home to some of the best restaurants in the country. But there are a lot of restaurants that slide by on those coattails. Here is a simple test to tell if you’re in a bad restaurant or not: ask them where they get their shrimp. If the waiter doesn’t know, then it is imported frozen crap; run for your life. I don’t need to know what dock it came off of but at least fool me into thinking it’s local. If they don’t do that they aren’t trying. And, if you find yourself waiting in a huge line on Meeting St. to get into a place serving fried seafood, you’re better off licking the gum stuck to the lamp poles around town.
3. The song “Wagon Wheel”
First of all, quit pretending the “Carolina” reference in the song is about SC. It’s about North Carolina, and not the good part of that state, either. It’s about Raleigh. I guess I’ll forgive Darius Rucker, but please, bands, stop covering this song. Bob Dylan wrote most of it and hated it. He never recorded it except for a demo, which of course some turd found and released. Yeah, that’s right, your hero hates that song and so should you. Look it up.