18 February 2006

kuntry

During my commute today I could hear country music blasting from the earphones of the African American man sitting next to me. I was both saddened and irritated by the episide - saddened because knowing that some people like country music makes me...well...sad, and irritated because I never like to be subjected to hissing and fizzing versions of any type of music leaking out of headphones.

In addition to these two emotions, though, I also felt admiration for his courage to listen to loud country music on the subway at all. The steel guitars played an anthem of his bravery.

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In honor of him, I will now tell a very stupid joke that involves country music. Background: in case you don't know what backward masking is - in my childhood it was often asserted that demons controlled the recording of rock music in such a way that if you played the music backwards it would tell you to take drugs, etc.

Q: What happens when you play a country music recording backwards?
A: You get your house back, your wife back, your dog back, and your truck back.
Highlight after the "A:" above to see the answer.

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