comrade-dad:

thunderboltsortofapenny:

lilacbreastedroller:

BIG DISCLAIMER: i was 9 when 9/11 happened, so this might be more about my own crystalizing tastes than anything else. i think it’s a pretty darn good theory tho and other people have validated it.

BIGGER DISCLAIMER: i am not saying that country music prior to 9/11 was free from nationalist, racist, misogynist undertones – i just think that these themes became more the norm!

MY HOT TAKE:

with very few exceptions, including goodbye earl, before he cheats, and daddy Iessons (side note – all women!) 9/11 ruined country music. around 2014 onward we’ve got margo price, sturgill simpson, jason isbell etc., who are making country music great again (wink), but those folks are mostly considered “alternative” country. the mainstream country music for well over a decade now is a glut of trash performative patriotic / working-class-but-not-really lab-crafted budweiser-sponsored nonsense that has managed to sound rebellious (or has convinced its fans that it sounds rebellious) without ever actually questioning any power structure. so much so that artists who ACTUALLY criticized the government were literally blacklisted for nearly a decade (the dixie chicks)

pre-9/11 country music, though not perfect or ideologically pure by any stretch, did not have the raging american flag painted truck boner that comes to mind for a lot of people who say “i like everything except rap and country”

SPECIFICALLY, toby keith’s “courtesy of the red, white, and blue (the angry american)” (2002) literally destroyed country music. it was a direct answer to the 9/11 attacks and war song in support of the invasion of afghanistan. the lyrics read like a disjointed feverish email chain letter forwarded from your great uncle sprinkled with glittering american flag gifs and heavily saturated pictures of bald eagles. the entire song is lifted from an estimated 248 peeling bumper stickers collected from rusted trucks on cinder blocks in overgrown yards, cut up and arranged to fit a catchy, formulaic tune that is almost certainly the background music playing in george w. bush’s head at all times.

“we’ll put a boot in your ass, it’s the american way
and uncle sam put your name at the top of his list
and the statue of liberty started shakin’ her fist
and the eagle will fly, and it’s gonna be hell, when you hear mother freedom start a’ringin’ her bell”

country music and the new country musicians that toby keith paved the way for became so pro establishment and so unquestioningly nationalistic that, again, the dixie chicks who went against this grain were blacklisted by the industry and received death threats from country music fans. hell, there are folks who STILL froth at the mouth at the mere mention of the dixie chicks.

9/11 killed outlaw country – how can you sing the praises of law breakers when your main circuit consists of singing to troops? there are some great classic country songs critiquing the police state – especially from johnny cash and merle haggard – now country music artists hold fundraisers for FOPs. new country music is basically in-law country music.

you don’t have to write a pro-bush patriotic anthem to be part of this post-9/11 ruination. playing meaningless songs about living in the heart of (read: white) america, eschewing the city (read: not white), and cracking open a cold one with the boys for “authentic” country music is also important to the war effort.

there’s a progression of themes here:

post 9/11 top tier: war anthem, vocally patriotic, directly used as pro war propaganda;
which paved the way for: “things used to be so much better” thinly veiled racist laments, good for campaign ads;
which paved the way for meaningless party anthems – attempts to make things “like they used to be” and craft a reality that neither the artist nor listener likely ever experience.

that brings us to what most people think of today when they say they hate country music: the country party anthem – “tiny hot gal in tight jean shorts who can drink beer like the guys, she doesn’t like beyoncé Like Other Girls, oh she’s so into me and my truck, i’m gonna take her fishing after i finish sowing my corn – sung by a guy who’s never touched a tractor” – has overtaken the tragic, done me wrong, despairing country ballads of tammy wynette, george jones, and even up into pre-9/11 contemporaries like reba mcentire and george strait. you didn’t necessarily have to be country to relate to their pain. now you have to perform suburban redneckness to enjoy luke bryan.

when was the last time you heard a sad country song?

after 9/11, cowboys (whether or not they had ever been near a cow) weren’t allowed to be sad anymore (no more done me wrong country), and they certainly weren’t allowed to question authority (no more outlaw country). partying hardy became the most important American Thing and if you don’t sing about that, our Enemies Will Win.

so – understanding that country music has always had bad stuff, and that like any genre it suffers from commercialization, 9/11 DESTROYED COUNTRY MUSIC. and toby keith gleefully helped destroy it.

for some further evidence of the decline of country music, please listen to the dixie chicks’ “long time gone” which is an indictment of the industry (i believe it was written before 9/11 but my point still stands – the genre was on the decline and 9/11 was the major cultural event that hastened the decline).

maybe i am a curmudgeon – almost every generation of country music has had its own “country music is not what it used to be” anthem, but i really think something distinct happened with 9/11.

Can confirm. Alan Jackson and Toby Keith, the blacklisting of Dixie Chicks, literally the only singer I can think of that ever spoke out against anything from 2001-2010 was Johnny Cash. I’d also say that the uber-patriotic stance lead to the shiny, vapid County Boy® nonsense that lead to so many of the solo artists all sounding and looking the same.

I mean. This is all pretty solid. Just because it’s a “hot take” doesn’t make it wrong.

arostine9:

thats-so-crash:

succubarbie:

we need to teach women that it’s ok for them not to become mothers because if i see any more bad moms movies coming out and keep seeing sitcoms about moms who hate their children and hate being moms i’m gonna scream like its not ok to bring a child into this world just to turn them into a traumatized adult, being a mother is about putting all your time and energy into a growing and vulnerable human being and if you’re not ready to do that, don’t become a mom.. you can lead a perfectly happy and fulfilling life without having a child just to traumatize them and make both you and your children’s lives miserable

I adore my nieces but I absolutely could not handle raising a child.

“being a mother is about putting all your time and energy into a growing and vulnerable human being and if you’re not ready to do that, don’t become a mom…”

it’s not, though? becoming a mother isn’t some total loss-of-self where you cease to live for yourself and only live for your child. you’re still yourself. you’re yourself with the added responsibility of caring for a child and ideally, this responsibility is shared with a partner so that all the burden doesn’t fall on just one person. there are so many good mothers that DON’T put all their time and energy into their children, who still manage to have fulfilling careers and outside interests, and are better mothers because they are more balanced, fulfilled people.

^^^^

demonicseduction:

These four are known as the angels of sacred prostitution, but Lilith is the most known of them. Many also seem to believe that the others are just different manifestations of Lilith herself.

Have any of you guys worked with Agrat bat Mahlat, Eisheth Zenunim or Naamah? What is your experience? Let me know.

http://www.succubus.net (Lilith, Agrat bat Mahlat, Eisheth Zenunim,Naamah)
https://no.wikipedia.org (Lilith, Agrat bat Mahlat, Eisheth Zenunim,Naamah)

Mother of Death

brightestandbest:

Hail Eisheth, clad in flames! Holy Mother of Merciful Death!

You teach me how to grieve. You teach me not to flinch. You teach me how to be without fear, and how to be full of love. 

Veiled leper, wife of harlots, stained with the blood of revolutions, your adornments are bandages and nooses, your kiss smells of sweet putrefaction. 

You are the life that springs eternal, the teeming maggots in the corpse, the red rose that grows on a beloved grave. 

You embrace the diseased, you kiss the syphilitic whores, you walk barefoot in the streets among the plague-bearing rats, your voice is the screams of the dying and the wails of the grieving and the kind, soft words of the chaplain. 

You are Sin and you are Death but your daughters are Compassion, Hope, and Life. 

Within your belly burns a star, the fire of rebellion and the will to justice. I felt it when you embraced me. 

Next time I will not recoil.