Why the music has died
THE question of why the number of touring country music artists visiting our fair city seems to have diminished when compared with the number we enjoyed some 10 years ago has been asked a lot lately.
One hardly requires a degree in physics to come up with a satisfactory answer, which has to be the finance!
In other words, cash.
It's a bit like a dog chasing its tail. With travelling expenses going through the roof, performers have to readjust admission prices to cover the increase, which sees country music followers (who are also feeling the pinch) staying home.
Looking through some of the older CDs in my collection, I came across a couple that took me back to the days of my youth.
One was Roy Rogers, and the other was Gene Autrey, and just like a magic carpet ride I found myself transported back to the days of the "singing cowboys", the kings of the Saturday matinees, which also took top billing on Saturday nights as well.
The movies were so predictable (although movie goers of the day would never admit such).
Roy and Gene, (who never appeared together because they were stars from opposing studios) always wore white hats, while the baddies' Stetsons were always black.
No matter what the situation, the hero could always grab his guitar and burst into song accompanied by a full band, which somehow always seemed to be there.
But down to the nitty gritty - the serious part where the hero found himself being pursued by a whole gang of black-hatted baddies blazing away with their six-guns, but never once hitting the mark, or at other times dodging arrows being fired by the hostile Red Indians who, judging from their poor marksmanship, would never qualify for Robin Hood's band of merry men.
All of this on little square screens, a lot of which had still not allowed themselves the wonder of technicolour.
But it was an era of complete innocence, and although I make light-hearted wisecracks about it now, no one, either child or adult, belittled them way back then.
Oh, them were the days!