There were two feel-good stories over the weekend that made me… well, feel good!
Feel-Good Story #1: Tracy Chapman joins Luke Combs for a stirring rendition of “Fast Car” at the Grammys, even though his cover version is supposed to be racist or something.
Last year the Washington Post published a 2,000-word story on Combs’ cover. The story had nothing to do with the song and everything to with liberals’ obsession with race. Supposedly, listeners had a “complicated response” to the song, and it was “renewing difficult conversations about diversity in Nashville.”
Here’s the moronic thesis by one Emily Yahr:
Although many are thrilled to see “Fast Car” back in the spotlight and a new generation discovering Chapman’s work, it’s clouded by the fact that, as a Black queer woman, Chapman, 59, would have almost zero chance of that achievement herself in country music.
Got that? It’s racist that Combs grew up loving a song by a gay black woman, and sang a cover version that became a smash hit, and brought that gay black woman a whole new generation of fans and put a lot of money in her pocket.
That’s bad, according to a handful of people who make a living from finding racism in absolutely every damn thing.