Good luck with that rock banjo thing.

Courtesy of the Angela the Coffee Muse, this item: Chicks to break with country scene.
The Dixie Chicks say they don't want to be a country music band any more.

Fiddle player.
Martie Maguire told Spiegel
The catalog people? Or is this, as I suspect, a German publication?
magazine: "We don't feel part of the country scene any longer, it can't be our home any more."
Am I to infer the quivering lip and the misty eye, or should I rather assume the pout of an urchin whose hand has been smacked for reaching into the cookie jar five minutes before dinnertime?
She said she was disappointed other country singers didn't back up the Dixie Chicks in their criticism of George W Bush's politics on Iraq.

"A few weeks ago, Merle Haggard said a couple of nice words about us, but that was it," Maguire complained.
Probably because the rest of the country music scene recognized that you couldn't have pulled a bigger faux pas if you had started lighting farts during a papal audience. You slipped the turd into the punchbowl; don't act so surprised nobody wanted a drink after that.
"The support we got came from others, like Bruce Springsteen."
Yeah, Bruce is also eternally in search of his own authenticity. He apparently believes New Jersey borders Nebraska. The four of you should get on like gangbusters.
Going home empty-handed from the Country Awards ceremony also made them decide to break with the scene, Maguire said.
Dingdingdingdingdingdingding!! "If you don't reward our brave dissent we're going to pack our toys and go home."
"Instead, we won three Grammys against much stronger competition.
"We don't want your stinky awards anyway." Way to burn that bridge, fiddlechick.
"So we now consider ourselves part of the big Rock 'n' Roll family."
I'll alert Ozzy. Just remember not to invite Ted Nugent to your housewarming; I don't think he's quite ready to adopt you yet.

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