A new form of music is on the scene. It's called Hick Hop, and Cowboy Troy is on the crest of the Hick Hop wave. I just don't know what to think when I hear this but I'm getting a mental picture.

You're driving through the country and see the sign. You decide you haven't been to one of these in years. "Let's go," you both say and take the turn down a long dirt road. The end of the road turns in to a field of tall grass that has been trampled down by cars and trucks and horse trailers. You pull into the main parking lot, find a spot, and park your car not paying attention to the surroundings. You get out of the car only to realize that you’re surrounded by slightly overweight, pastey, white kids in baggy wranglers and cowboy hats. Under their hats each one has a "do-rag" with a different silk-screened image on it. Some choose the confederate flag for reasons not even known to them. Some have John Deere logos, or Harley Davidson slogans. You're in a parking lot filled with Hick Hop punks at the county fair. The sounds of Cowboy Troy thump out of the trunks of their hopped up Hondas with rattling steel tipped mufflers. Quick offer up your stash or forties and head for the gate before it's too late.

Are they serious?