[MarkL]

The Chicks made it off their looks, as their music was totally fabricated anonymous sounds okay in the background work.

I disagree with this completely. The two sisters are extremely talented musicians, and your assertion that they were fabricated is something that you can easily disavow in some of the earlier, more bluegrass based music, in the years before Natalie joined the band.

I'm especially surprised by the statement by Natalie (that she was never really "into" country) given her "pedigree." Her father is one of the all time steel guitar greats in country music, and she was raised around C/W music. And she's got an awesome voice.

Disaproving of their politics isn't a good reason to claim they're not any good. Of course, I won't support their careers by buying their CDs...

Mark

[Hillarys Gate Cult]

If Maines was upset by her "treatment" by country music fans then she's going to overwhelmed by the left abandoning her as she's of no real further use to them. She's in for a rude awakening.

[Richard Kimball]

I've gotten several responses to my post, half agreeing, the other half, like yours, disagreeing. I've noticed the guys that disagree with me go back to before Maines was with them. I didn't hear their music from then, so it may have been different, and while I'm into country, I mostly hit iTunes for the old-timers, Hank Williams, Earl Scruggs, Loretta Lynn, Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, and the Statler Brothers, for example.

I like George Strait, Brookes and Dunn, and I really like the crossover Bluegrass Country stuff that the Dirt Band does, along with Redneck rock like Jerry Jeff Walker and Leon Russell. Of course, being from Texas, Bob Wills and Asleep at the Wheel get me going. The few songs I've heard the Chicks do seem very anonymous. If they've done some outstanding stuff, I'll take your word for it. I still listen to Linda Ronstadt, cause she broke my heart at a concert back when she was young and beautiful. Standing under the stage at Armadillo World Headquarters, I looked up at her, she looked at me with these eyes:

and sang "And if you want me to beg, I'll fall down on my knees" and I fell apart. She grinned and looked away, another victim of those eyes reduced to a puddle. I've posted that story before, but I always feel like I have to explain why I still have to listen to her music. Natalie couldn't do it. Never had it. Never will.