Ted's Polish-Mexican Page

So, my brother calls me up at 6:30 in the AM this morning. Usually, he calls at that time if he wants a ride or wants to borrow money. Since, he's in Phoenix right now and gets a per diem, I thought either was pretty unlikely.

Instead he was calling me to tell me that Harp did an article on Hank Williams III. Tom called to assure me that Hank III is "hip" now. That was his phrasing.

Gosh, and here I was worried.

What Tom doesn't realize is that I don't take my cues from Harp. Yeah, its a good magazine, and I have some tastes in line with them, Dungen, for example. But damn, did he really think that they told me who to listen to?

Geez, I hope not, or my CD collection would be clogged with boring crap like Sufjan Stevens, Devendra Banhart and -gasp- the New Pronographers.

Heck, I'm the guy that was listening to King Crimson and Marillion during my formative years. You think I was worried about who was calling me "hip"?


I listened to Hank III at first because I was intrigued that he kind of looked and sounded like his grandfather. Unfortunately, now that he has lived longer than his grandfather did, there is always the danger that he may end up resembling his father. Anyhow, I found the guy to be a strong songwriter and I loved his attitude. I never read any article about him except a short concert review in the Weekly when he opened for Reverend Horton Heat.

Odd thing, the songs on his first album where he most resembles his granddad are the ones written by Wayne Hancock.


I don't know how following the dictates of Harp or No Depression makes one any better than some Abercrombe and Fitch wearing zombie who buys whatever the latest dreck from Kelis or whoever just because of a video on TRL.

I don't need anyone's permission to be "hip" or "unhip." Maybe I'll just chuck it all and only listen to John Tesh.


Hasta la proxima. Do zobaczenia.