Music Genres Are Guides, Not Laws

Transgressing the boundaries of what all the “supposed to’s”

Terry Barr
Three Imaginary Girls

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Photo by pawel szvmanski on Unsplash

It’s not hard for some of us to feel transgressive in these times. For Father’s Day, I received two gifts: from my wife I got an Orville Peck t-shirt:

Mine oh mine (Author’s photo)

I love it and started spontaneously singing “Queen of the Rodeo” after I put it on. It’s not to be confused with Alice in Chains’ version, but that’s also sort of the point. I wonder if Orville and “Alice” know and like each other? I wonder how many of us like both songs or know them at all?

My other gift, from my daughters, is a shopping spree at my local record store. I can choose any five albums, I’m told, and I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with a list so that I won’t get too blindsided or overwhelmed when I go. Of course, I’ll look in the used bins — something no one can get prepared for because there’s always that Their Satanic Majesty’s Request hologram cover LP like I found last week just a-waitin’.

Or the two John McCutcheon classics I bought, too.

It’s hard.

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Terry Barr
Three Imaginary Girls

I write about music, culture, equality, and my Alabama past in The Riff, The Memoirist, Prism and Pen, Counter Arts, and am an editor for Plethora of Pop.