Listening to: Consoler of the Lonely -The Raconteurs


What little I know about Colonel Sanders is that his father died when he was young, his stepfather beat him, he falsified his age to join the military at age 16, and he had a number of different careers until the age of 40, when he began frying chicken to serve to travelers in his home off of the convenient store he ran. Soon the convenient store became a bustling restaurant and he moved to a larger location across the street. The fried chicken became a legend, as did Sanders, but eventually he sold the franchise to a giant corporation intending to spread KFC all over the country. It worked, obviously, but judging by the reviews I've read, the chicken even at the original location isn't that good. I'm not expecting much, as I think we have all grown to understand that KFC fried chicken today is sub-par. I feel like this decline in quality is an example of what happens when the South tries to sell its appealing qualities to the rest of the country. Eventually it becomes fake, impersonal, only vaguely Southern.
Music is a possibly example contrary to this assertion, as many of my favorite "folk" or "bluegrass" artists aren't southern at all. However, I feel like music is a little more fluid as far as its quality than, say, food. Granted, both are a matter of opinion, but I feel like the intention behind a non-southerner embracing southern-influenced music has better intentions than a giant corporation making money off of kitschy southern themes and food that looks just enough like southern food to make a profit.

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