arning about Earle's lionization in the Eastern press these past years:
And there's the danger. That fancy Manhattan attention got to Earle's already big head and convinced him he wasn't just a talented Texas songwriter, but a Serious Writer addressing Serious Issues. And serious writers type dull short stories for other serious writers to praise. Last time I saw him on Letterman, he was wearing eyeglasses, for God's sake.
Reynolds defends his original take, and concludes:
It's not like anyone's censoring his song. It won't get any less airplay than it would have anyway, which is to say next to none. It'll probably get more. As for the criticism, well, he seems to welcome it. So what's the beef?
Well, there isn't much of one, honestly, despite my writing too much about it. And I'm only mentioning these posts because they're all so interesting, at least to me.

My beef is with people (not Glenn Reynolds, in case anyone had that impression) who call Earle "anti-American" and much worse, based on the lyrics of one song, added to a combination of his political views, personal history and jokes about being deported. My idea of America, to say the least, includes people like Steve Earle rather prominently. And for per's the beef? Well, there isn't much of one, honestly, despite my writing too much about it. And I'm only mentioning these posts because they're all so interesting, at least to me.

My beef is with people (not Glenn Reynolds, in case anyone had that impression) who call Earle "anti-American" and much worse, based on the lyrics of one song, added to a combination of his political views, personal history and jokes about being deported. My idea of America, to say the least, includes people like Steve Earle rather prominently. And for personal and societal reasons, I'm a little sensitive about people -- whether named Tipper Gore or Steve Gill -- making thunderous declarations based on the lyrics of a particular song; songwriting and performance, especially the good stuff, is frequently less black-and-white than even the performers themselves can grasp. But if the shit's no good, he's getting a cream pie in the face, no doubt.

And with that, I'm officially bored by this subject, though it seems to have dragged me back into the fray. I'm still way too busy to post regularly, but Cucumber Season seems to be wie. UPDATE: Check out Jim Henley's take.

Posted by at July 22, 2002 09:42 PM
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Damn, Matt, welcome back to prose. Retirement? Cave? Cucumbers? You're a word addict and I'm happy to be reading you again.

Posted by: henry at July 23, 2002 02:48 PM
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