The Common Good
October 2004

Cultural Channeling

by Danny Duncan Collum | October 2004

Old-time country music is the new punk rock.

Thank you for the insightful article by Bill Moyers (

Agnes Cunningham died at the end of June, at age 95. She was the accordion player for the Almanac Singers, a Depression-era folk group that also included Pete Seeger and Woody Guthrie. Later she and her husband started the folk music magazine Broadside, which published lyrics by Bob Dylan before he had a record deal. Like Guthrie, Cunningham was from Oklahoma. Her family really did lose its farm in the Dust Bowl. And she was radicalized by attending Commonwealth College in Arkansas, an institution started by the organizers of the Southern Tenant Farmers’ Union.

I must confess that when a sharp-eyed Sojourners editor passed on the news of Cunningham’s death to me, I was mostly surprised to learn that anyone besides the apparently immortal Seeger was still alive from that scene in which rural culture and radical politics merged. Today it seems like something that happened on another planet.

"Once a way of life gave rise to a type of music," wrote Arkansan Johnny Cash in his autobiography. Today, Cash continued, "a type of music gives rise to a way of life." The "way of life" Cash was talking about was the one his family, and Agnes Cunningham’s, lived in the rural South where they labored side by side in the fields with black neighbors, and everyone listened to the Grand Ole Opry on Saturday night and went to church on Sunday morning. The type of music that emerged from that way of life was hillbilly, blues, and gospel thrown into a blender.

When that music moved to town, someone named it rock and roll. And rock and roll did give rise to a way of life, one that required commodities other than a mule and a plow. So along came a global pop music industry, which became an all-encompassing commercial pop culture.

Fifty years down the road, the culture—I hesitate to call it a "way of life"—mined from popular music has become virtual. It floats in the air-conditioned ether, under recessed lighting, detached from any connection to the actual world of earth and sweat. And in that virtual culture, most of the passion and significance have drained away from the stuff that Elvis made.

But a virtual culture is profoundly unsatisfying, so its inhabitants seek charges of authenticity wherever they can be found. That’s why the harshest rap music—in sound and lyrical content—is usually the biggest selling. That’s also why, for some white suburbanites, old-time country music has become the new punk rock. That’s why the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack was such a huge phenomenon. It’s also why Johnny Cash was as popular at the end of his career as he was at its beginning. The bare-bones, primitive, and emotionally direct music he was playing cut through the turn-of-the-century cultural chatter the way that "Anarchy in the U.K." did in 1977.

I DON’T HAVE a problem with this. I’m a pretty retro kind of guy myself. But I also know that the cultural channeling of authenticity is no substitute for an actual, rooted, and integrated way of life. Recently I saw that channeler extraordinaire, Gillian Welch, play before a crowd made up mostly of Ole Miss students. Welch is a Southern California suburbanite who is periodically possessed by the spirit of Maybelle Carter. On the day I saw her, she played a set with which Agnes Cunningham, or any other Dust Bowl Okie, would have felt at home.

I enjoyed Welch’s performance, too. But I couldn’t help but wonder what this 1930s-vintage country music means today—to the performers and the audience—now that it has been so utterly uprooted from the vanished world of its birth. Is it just another cool sound to sample from another faraway planet—like the snatches of Arabic music that sometimes turn up on dance records? Or is it really the sound of something human and real struggling to emerge from the virtual? Maybe old music—and perhaps old religion—is all we have left from which to concoct a new way of life.

Danny Duncan Collum, a Sojourners contributing editor, teaches writing at Rust College in Holly Springs, Mississippi.

Sojourners relies on the support of readers like you to sustain our message and ministry.

Related Stories

Like what you're reading? Get Sojourners E-Mail updates!

Sojourners Comment Community Covenant

I will express myself with civility, courtesy, and respect for every member of the Sojourners online community, especially toward those with whom I disagree, even if I feel disrespected by them. (Romans 12:17-21)

I will express my disagreements with other community members' ideas without insulting, mocking, or slandering them personally. (Matthew 5:22)

I will not exaggerate others' beliefs nor make unfounded prejudicial assumptions based on labels, categories, or stereotypes. I will always extend the benefit of the doubt. (Ephesians 4:29)

I will hold others accountable by clicking "report" on comments that violate these principles, based not on what ideas are expressed but on how they're expressed. (2 Thessalonians 3:13-15)

I understand that comments reported as abusive are reviewed by Sojourners staff and are subject to removal. Repeat offenders will be blocked from making further comments. (Proverbs 18:7)