Originally Posted by innerspaceboy (Post 1593243)

Back from camping - it was certainly... educational. This was my first experience with men and women dressed in camo, hootin' and hollarin', drinking something called "redneck juice", racing their golf carts around their 5-wheelers, playing drunken horseshoes, lots of homosexual and liberal humor, blasting country music and repeated plays of "Call Me Maybe."

They were really hospitable people, just not my usual crowd.

I'm in cultural respite at present. Promptly upon my return I ordered some modern jazz and American minimalist organ music to transition back to my own routine.

I'm looking forward to a quiet evening of reading The Life and Music of Manuel Göttsching.

Happy weekend everyone.

Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 1593311)

WTF is "the hollar"?

Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 1593311)

WTF is "the hollar"?

Originally Posted by fiddler (Post 1593316)

Well see that's what you city slickers just don't understand. The hollar is a place, but it has no set location. It's where the country boys go to get down. Tends to be some shine, bonfire, some pretty country girls, and if you're lucky no blues. That's the hollar, ya damn Yankee.

Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 1593317)

Blues as in the music, or a general state of sadness? The police?

Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 1593317)

Blues as in the music, or a general state of sadness?

Originally Posted by fiddler (Post 1593320)

Blue lights as in the cops. The police. The fuzz. ME. AS IN ME. Dern, son, we need to take you down to the country, fry you up and learn you a thing or two.

Originally Posted by The Batlord (Post 1593326)

Fry me up as in feed me catfish, or get me high?