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Day 85: Lynyrd Skynyrd – Second Helping

24 May

Sweet Home Alabama

I knew it was only a matter of time before this day came.  I’ve managed to go 17+ years without ever being subjected to a full Lynyrd Skynrd album.  Unfortunatly, they’re one of my dad’s favorite bands, and today, that streak came to an end.  Honestly, I was surprised that he held off for so long.  This Dad-Rock Tuesday, I listened to Skynyrd’s sophomore effort, Second Helping. Never again.

I tried to embrace my inner-redneck before I pressed play, I really did.  I searched and searched, and made a very fortunate discovery: I have no inner-redneck.  I have never found Jeff Foxworthy or Larry the Cable Guy remotely funny, I prefer my iced tea unsweetened, and I own exactly zero Confederate flag t-shirts, bandannas, belt buckles, or rear windshield decals.  I think it must be impossible to get into Skynyrd without an inner-redneck of some sort.

Okay, I’ll admit it, I was fairly biased going into this.  Lynyrd Skynyrd has a stigma attached to them that’s fairly hard to get around.  Had Second Helping blown my socks off, I’m not sure what I would have written.  It would take a lot out of me to say that I enjoyed something by Skynyrd.  Fortunately, this record was just what I was expecting.  See Swamp Music if you don’t believe me.  “Said, ‘Go ahead pretty mama’/Lord, just take your city hike/Well, I’d rather live with the hound dogs/For the rest of my natural born life.”  Need I say any more?

So for possibly the only time in my life, I have to give Neil Young some credit.  Southern men do, in fact, suck.

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