• TexasDrunk@lemmy.world
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    5 months ago

    About 15 years ago I had an ex who LOVED Kid Rock. I’m a hillbilly from a hillbilly town and some of his early shit was pretty catchy so that wasn’t entirely surprising. So I took her to a show. Most of the people there met that exact description. Plus there were more meth heads there than at a 3am convention for folks with broken teeth.

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        5 months ago

        TL;DR a lot of artists everyone loves are complete pieces of shit, and I’m an old man yelling at clouds.

        Don’t hate yourself for it. Plenty of pieces of shit put out great (or at least really catchy and fun) songs. Half the rock artists from 1950 to 2000 were banging underage girls. R. Kelly had some dope music. Elvis definitely did some fucked up shit. There’s the Lostprophets guy that I won’t even mention his name (he did some nightmare shit). Cream was really good but Clapton is a hateful whacko. Gary Glitter, Ike Turner, Chris Brown, Vince Neil, (possibly) John Phillips, Mick Jagger, Steven Tyler, Phil Spector…it’s fucking rough out here.

        It’s a fucked up industry with fucked up people. That doesn’t make it ok. It just makes it hard to listen unless you divorce the art from the artist. Kid Rock is a huge piece of shit, but he’s not even close to the worst. I’m not aware of him killing someone, committing incest, or banging babies but I may be out of the loop. He’s just an edgy idiotic bigot who is cringy as hell.

        Of course I’m a lefty-ish Texan so I hear bigot music all the time. I’m numb to it. Rah rah flag, rah rah small town, rah rah David Allen Coe shit. Go look up any of his music that isn’t You Never Even Called Me by My Name. He’s wildly racist. Charlie Daniels did Uneasy Rider about being a long haired guy stranded in hick country, played Jimmy Carter’s inauguration, then followed that up with Uneasy Rider '88 about accidentally going to a punk rock gay bar and dancing with either cross dressers or trans women. He was cringy as fuck towards the end but I still hear about that fucking golden fiddle.

        This comment got away from me. So I’m gonna stop because I could be here for hours talking shit.