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Wisdom from Southern Rock

I like the Warren Brothers. They are everything that's right about country music right now to me. Meaning basically that they don't take themselves too seriously (and they sure as heck don't take the industry too seriously-evidenced by the refrain from one of their hit singles, "we don't make a lot of money, but we sure sell a lot of beer.")

They have a show on one of the country channels that's just fun to watch called "Barely Famous." On one episode they were showing a meeting with Van Zant (they'd written a song for the upcoming, Van Zant album-"Get Right With the Man"). It was this involvement that led me to check out the album. I really like the song they wrote for the album ("I Can't Help Myself"). It's a different departure from other stuff I've heard, but perfect in the context of the rest of the album.

There's a cut on the album ("Help Somebody") that contains two nuggets of wisdom that you might not normally expect from a southern rock (or 'electrified country') album. And I'll pass these on to you.

"It's better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you're not."

"If you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans."

I love both of these lines, and I'm finding I really like the rest of the album (yes, it's something of a surprise). Of course, it's no "Freebird," but as my wife so insightfully pointed out...what is?



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