AUSTRALIA AND ITS TRADITIONAL MUSIC - a brief overviewCONTEMPORARY COUNTRY MUSIC© Warren Fahey The songwriters still find it difficult not to introduce Americanisms in their words, also probably unconsciously. This is a sad reflection of a music that does try to define itself as Australian. I have a problem with country music as it never seems to ring true to any tradition. I acknowledge it has some cultural root however it simply isn't true to its own tradition. A listen to old timey and bluegrass roots music will show a different tradition. That said, I do appreciate country music as a way of maintaining the sung story and, apart from the tear-jerking, truck-driving and yankee-fied variety, I can appreciate the value. I guess I like my songs more open-faced. One of the most widely known early country songs was popularised (and written by) by Gordon Parsons and, later, by Slim Dusty. THE PUB WITH NO BEER It's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come There's a faraway look on the face of the bum The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer What a terrible place is a pub with no beer The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!" There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear? I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!" Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear" Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer It's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer There is a parody of this song on my ABC CD 'Larrikins, Louts & Layabouts' titled 'The Pub With No Dike'. A dike being slang for toilet. For information on country music - CMAA visit www.cmaa.com.au
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