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Today's film was about the beginning of so called country music.

A documentary mostly about the Carter Family.

You have to like this stuff to stay with the movie which is interesting enough but very slow and arduous for a non-believer.

It was OK for awhile but the sadness and repetitive nature of the themes and chords is boring and difficult to stay with.

The mountain growing up is interesting because I was a child of Appalachia too. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

My Dad had a bit of a taste for this kind of music but it was more the instrumentals that got to him. Not the vocals.

We had square dances with live music. Guitars and fiddles mostly. And a caller who was basically singing rhyming.

I was good at it but was too dreamy about the outside world to get into it very far.

I could have learned piano parts and played along but I was too snooty to do that. And so it went by.

I had to quit this movie because it is just too twangy in the background music with the sad stories being very much the same.

These people played to get out and some of them made it. Johnny Cash and the younger Carter Family. The whole Nashville crowd.

The music is alive today and rather than being a piece of antique furniture, still lives and breathes for a huge swath of people in the mountain range where I grew up.