Them there city folk who think that country music is beneath em' need to be brought down a peg or two.More to the point, they need to be aware that country music has something that pretty much every other genre' of music lacks big time.
A quality, actually, that is considered a virtue in the book of humanity.
An ability to laugh at itself.
The best known of the "don't ya'll make fun of us because we do THAT better, too" songs include a lot of Brad Paisley's stuff, almost all of the songs that Pinkard and Bowden cranked out, pioneered, obviously, by the wonderful work of Homer and Jethro and, of course, the perennial Christmas favorite, " Please, Daddy, Don't Get Drunk This Christmas."
Oh, and a lesser known, but still funny piece..."You Dun Stomped On My Heart " (..."you just sorta / stomped on my aorta...")
In non-country hands, that kind of song would just be a cheap shot.
The reason they're funny, and classy, is because they are written and performed by country writers and singers.
If you haven't heard of The Notorious Cherry Bombs, you have, I promise, heard of some of their membership.
Rodney Crowell...singer, songwriter, former husband of Rosanne Cash and founder of The Hot Band, the backing group for Emmylou Harris
Eddie Bayers, Emory Gordy Jr, Larrie London, Michael Rhodes, Tony Brown, et al...all world class musicians and Nashville session players...
and...
Vince Gill...who I believe you've heard of down the road somewhere...
The Bombs' CD is available online (most likely Ebay) and has some cookin' "serious" country music on it.
But it's worth the price of admission if only for the following song.
If Mariah Carey could come even close to laughing at herself like this, she could quadruple her fan base overnight.
Enjoy.
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