So the other day I’m riding my bike home from work when I am assaulted by really low-grade music. You know that horrible sound that comes out of cheap speakers mounted in the engine compartment of vehicles. Living in St. Roch, I am accustomed to this blasting into my living room. Usually from the Chiquita Banana car or the Skittles mobile. And it is usually hip-hop.

But this is country music.