The Dixie Chicks are not Johnny Cash

I live in Nashville. In 1998, the Chicks gave a free concert in Centennial Park. That was before they broke out. I walked over and took a look. "They are not going anywhere," I thought to myself. A year later, they were everywhere. I confess, I never cared for the Chicks. "Goodby Earl" was a song which glorified and condoned a wife murdering her husband. It was sick. I watched women perform it in karaoke bars. They were re-enacting the homicide in their minds and relishing it. I was surprised, however, when Natalie Maines made the comment in London in 2003 about President Bush. It must have slipped out in a moment of unconsciousness. It ruined a big career, or certainly changed it radically. I wonder what the other two Chicks thought about Natalie or what they said to her in private. The Chicks have made a comeback of sorts, hooking up with maverick producer Rick Rubin, the guy who produced Johnny Cash's last albums. The Chicks attain a rebel status in doing so but they are far from being Johnny Cash. I suspect their career will dissipate after the current album.