I hate, genuinely hate, the polished swaying plastic bullshit that is pop country. Toby Keith et. al, evoke a visceral reaction in me, and that reaction is puke. That being said, I don’t hate “country music”– That would be silly. Any artistic medium can be done right, and if you dig diligently, there’s always someone to love. For “country music,” for me, that’s Townes Van Zandt.
“[He]’s the best songwriter in the world, and I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.”