Maxine, Jim Ed, and Bonnie Brown were voices on my radio back in the Dark Ages of my teens in the late 1950s—especially their pop hit “Three Bells,” whose words I always thought were gooey sentimental.
But I listened to them anyway for the beautiful harmonies. Which was the secret of their success, of course, the pure Deep South hillbilly music sound that would soon, sure enough, become Rock-n-Roll.
Via Gone South.
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The GOP did it, too. But, unlike Barry’s minions, they didn’t try to enlist such NEA grantees as smeared-poop artists to promote their agenda. They went to Branson, MO, and enlisted the hillbillies:
"…whether your art is wind chimes or plywood ducks, all of you can leverage your talents to address the plight of the GOP community. While winning valuable federal prizes! For example, let’s say you’re playing the weekend buffet show at an Indian bingo casino. Why not slip in a positive plug for Halliburton, or a zinger against Nancy Pelosi? I’m sure [we] can find some NEA grant money to cover that as performance art. Another example — do we have any garden gnome-ists on the call?"
Indigenous, as opposed to "academic," art. Humor from the heartland. Iowahawk does it again.
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