Nashville, Trashville and the Blues

Nashville, Music City USA. (Well to me Austin, Texas holds that distinction, but that is another story.)  Did you catch any of the episodes of the Nashville television nighttime, soap-opera series? As much to do with reality as the city does now.  Nashville is living in the shadows of Sony Music. Nashville is the equivalent to music as a drum machine is to a real drummer.  What a bummer to see all of the glitz and glamour and little boy band and little girly music paraded in front of real Americans.  Look who used to represent Nashville.  Minnie Pearl, Little Jimmy Dickens, String Bean, Jumping Bill Carlisle (who would jump so high while on stage his false teeth would go flying, and people expected it.) What a joke it has become.  "Well they make a lot of money," some would say.  But so what.  Canned music, digital pitch adjusting vocal mechanisms, smoke and mirrors.  Poor, Poor Nashville.  

Now the Blues....Ain't gonna happen to the blues.  Why?  I mean popularity of the blues is probably at an all time high.  Any town with live music will have a blues venue.  People love the blues.  But can you see some city like Chicago, or New Orleans, or Memphis catering to video appeal over the music?  Hell no! Never happen! And can you see some young thing who can not sing but looks good and some producer of the blues says, "That's ok honey, we have digital vocal boxes that will auto adjust your pitch when you are flat."  Hell no! Real music, real fans, and if you want to play, you had better be real or you will be gone real quick!