A group calling itself
Brooklyn Hillbillies entertains the Wall Street crowd on weekends.
New York City is about as un-country as you can get. Forget about any easy living or rocky tops or green, green grass of home. It just don’t get any bigger, louder, or more obnoxious than here, folks.
Yet there’s a growing bunch of us, right here in the middle of the world’s largest city, who like nothing better than to pick up an old guitar (or a banjo, or a mandolin...) and bang out the sort of rugged, twangy music you’d expect to hear in some beery backroads honky-tonk fifty years ago. We come from all parts of the country--men and women, all ages and backgrounds, brought up on all styles of music. The one thing we all seem to share is a love of old-style country music at its rawest, wildest, and most sincere. http://www.brooklyncountry.com/manifesto.htmI don't have any objection to genuine naugahyde groups like this. They call themselves faux-country and I'll go with it. But an implicit claim of authenticity needs to be supported by the facts. If you ain't a hard-travelin' man, I think you should say so. How
sincere can you be when you sing of a life you've never lived?
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