While down in St. Lucia we rode in our fair share of taxis–especially for an island that is a mere 50 kilometres long. Those countless hours we’ll never get back to lie on a beach and sip rum-based drinks weren’t a total write off; we did meet a hackie with a curious appetite.
A gentleman driver, who is easiest to describe by sticking to his most striking features–he sported but three teeth and a greasy combover–collected us from a deserted aeroport to transport us to our second port of call on the island: the remarkable Jade Mountain (I know–ain’t no flies on us). The 30 kilometre trek clocked in at over an hour, so we had some time to get to know him. His knowledge of the island was broad, if not entirely accurate, and delivered with such a curious accent that I would have been charmed by any claims he might have made regarding the flatness of the Earth; however, when talk turned to musical preferences, he was quick to volunteer his favourite style: Country and Western–or as he called it, “C&W”. He let me know that “C&W” held such great influence over him, that it acted as a meal replacement.
To be honest, I don’t know why I clarified with “New, new country music” because–sorry Faith Hill and Tim McGraw–I don’t even listen to just plain “new country”.
If “C&W” is all one needs for their daily vitamins and nutrients, then why is Garth Brooks such a fatty?
The answer is simple: he ain’t real Country & Western! Someone dig up Montana Slim, the nation’s chubbies need him!