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One of the nice things about living out in the schtix is the fact that even when you have neighbors, the tend to be far enough away that they don’t mind (read: can’t hear) when you play Digital Underground REALLY LOUD. Some of you are no doubt saying, “Ben, who is this Digital Underground that you speak of?” To those people, I say, click here. There are also some of you saying, “Ben, what kind of country squire are you that you are listening to Digital Underground?” To those people, I say, click here.

I’ve been doing a lot of mindless data entry lately – hey, it happens. Even here in Rural America. Deal with it. – so I’ve been playing lots of really loud music to keep me going. I have to say that as I type, I am playing music so loud that if I lived in an apartment, condo, or a thin walled close neighbored old Victorian in Chicago, I better invite the neighbors over for the party or wear headphones. That is one of the many cool things about the country. Sure, I’m not listening to Alan Jackson or whoever just won American Idol, but NO ONE CARES! Well, I mean, if I drove through town in my beat up old GMC pickup truck playing “Freaks of the Industry” or the New Orleans Klezmer All Stars loud enough to rattle the barber shop windows I’d get a few stares, but not at home. A man’s home is his castle. Especially when his castle is far away enough from your own that he can play House of Pain’s Jump Around so loud that the barn cats are running for cover.

So next time you think that country folk are intolerant or square, just remember, that you can’t be intolerant of stuff you can’t hear or see!

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