Growing up on the edge of Appalachia, I had a knee-jerk anti-country music bias. I thought of it as mostly music for ignorant hillbilly types, and since I continually felt the need to prove that wasn't me I basically rejected anything that smacked of country.
There were a few exceptions (and the list has grown over the years), like I adored the Coal Miner's Daughter movie. It always made my meemaw cry. And there was Devil Went Down to Georgia. It's a ridiculous song, as is hilariously pointed out in this article from McSweeney's. But by the end of the song, I can't help singing along with "I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been." And when it gets the radio edit ("son of a gun") I always get irate.
But check out that picture. Yeah, I can see why I didn't want to be associated with that kind of fashion.
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