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Examination of examples of the popular or vernacular culture of a society may allow an observer to gain limited insights into the values held by said culture, but you gotta be real careful! Turn-of-the-last-century immigrants thought American streets were paved with gold until they hit the bricks of the Lower East Side. Some of my recent immigrant friends from the British Isles thought acting American meant bellowing in a grotesque Scots approximation of a matinee movie inspired Texas Drawl, and were mystified by my renditions of George Formby songs. The existence of this cultural cognitive dissonance is a result, I believe, of the intersection of popular culture and the quasi-religion we call the market economy. Popular culture is no longer a reflection of society. It is a product that is created independent from and marketed to said society, and thus serves as a driver or shaper of popular culture. Was there a time when popular culture percolated up from communities and out into society, as opposed to the present state of affairs in which popular culture emanates from profit centers and is rammed down the throats of consumer-amoebas, to quote Frank Zappa? Hard to say. But there was a time, in the first two decades of the 20th century, when market forces and popular culture ran a parallel course. The nascent recording industry figured it could make money by reflecting existing popular culture back at rural and newly urbanized people! This led to odd quirks in the folk process, like Robert Johnson learning how to play blues off of contemporary 78s. Listening to old records is like watching a flickering image through a dark, dirty window. Sometimes, you have to apply personal mythology to extract meaning.

Steve