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Submitted by Paul_Lukasiak on

I hated the song, but what I really hated was the fact that I had to go and do searches on the three singers to figure out which one was the Ben Affleck wanna-be, which one was the good ol' boy, and which one had pix that were outtakes from the International Male catalogue. ;-)

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Submitted by Sarah on

and what's a Ben Affleck?

I mean, seriously:

Early voting in Texas ended three hours and 15 minutes ago. This isn't where the bandwagon stops for Hillary or Obama.

But it's where a bunch of people get off -- many of them Republicans, like the three in my office, who proudly proclaimed that they had voted in the Democratic Primary during early voting so they could keep "that b---- out of the White House."

And Paul, my definition of hero is whoever it is who jumps in their car, doesn't think about what's in it for them or that it's too far, and goes to take care of a friend in need. (Raised that way, what can I tell you?)

Tracy Lawrence is the guy in the earring, Kenny Chesney is the boybandstar-wannabe (in the salmon sleeveless T) and the other guy is Tim McGraw, who will probably be elected a Democratic governor in his home state one of these days.

So unless you just really hate country ... and that's okay, 'cause I can't stand rap ... what's wrong with the song?

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Submitted by basement angel on

It struck me as more lifestyle marketing than art. I like country. This sounded more like an advertisement than anything to me.

Submitted by Paul_Lukasiak on

So unless you just really hate country … and that’s okay, ’cause I can’t stand rap … what’s wrong with the song?

I just really hate country. Over-produced faux country is fine (I mean, loved 'not ready to make nice, which was produced like Smashing Pumpkins at its most ostentatious) but the real thing, bleh!

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Submitted by Sarah on

Dixie Chix isn't really country, so ... (dodging zucchini)

Submitted by lambert on

Well done!

[x] Any (D) in the general. [ ] Any mullah-sucking billionaire-teabagging torture-loving pus-encrusted spawn of Cthulhu, bless his (R) heart.

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Submitted by bringiton on

A ways back Country Music decided it would be some kind of fun to get all dressed up and go on in to town, strutted into Nashville and lost its soul. Next thing you know it woke up drunk and stupid in a ditch with one arm around a passed out tramp and the other one broke and useless, stinking like a cheap brothel on a Sunday morning and with pockets emptied, all the harmony and sweetness squandered and gone. What passes for Country Music today is nearly all a bunch of candy-ass pretty faces in some kind of third-rate MTV-based clean living recovery program who couldn’t carry a tune if you put handles on it and think Melody is the name of the girl who does their makeup. I can’t stand it.

If you want to hear true Country Music you need to listen to people who’ve kicked around some, been rode hard and put away wet more than once. Merle Haggard, Jim Jones, Patsy Cline, Waylon Jennings, Loretta Lynne, and songs about the way life has been lived in the West, big country under a bigger sky, wide open spaces, wild and crazy and beautiful and heartbreaking, about love and loneliness, hope and sorrow, sin and redemption, promise and loss, grief and perseverance.

People like Ray Price:

Paul Lukasiak and any other doubters, if you want to get a feel for true Country Music what you need to do is come on out here to the West where the states are square, and take a ride on a warm summer’s night in an old jalopy down a two-lane road that goes a hundred miles without a bright light; open her up with the widows rolled down, drink beer from the bottle and sing out loud and unashamed the simple words you’ve always known, words and feelings carried hidden in your heart, feelings that live deep down in your soul.

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Submitted by bringiton on

Nice when they transferred from the master they didn't edit out the comments after the song; sounds like Marty and the boys knew they'd nailed it.

Now to search for, as it were, a riposte.

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Submitted by Sarah on

and there's no doubt about that.

For high mileage, though, you'd have to go a long way to beat George Jones or Merle Haggard. Not that they didn't have a few wrecks along the way ... I'm partial to George Strait and Waylon Jennings and Don Williams. I like Brooks and Dunn, particularly Kix, though Ronnie grew up just down the road; and many moons ago I thought Mac Davis wasn't too shabby. But it will likely always be Marty Robbins whose songs stick with me -- his voice was hauntingly beautiful, and he sang breathtaking stories.

I can listen to Alan Jackson, but he's about the "newest" singer I can really stand at all -- Garth Brooks is a bit of an exception, but just as Elvis wasn't really just a country singer, neither is Garth.

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Submitted by BDBlue on

It exists, but you sure do have to search for it. I'm partial to Alison Moorer, Kelly Willis, and a few others. For some reason the newer stuff I like tends to be by women, but my overall country collection is more gender neutral.

But speaking of women, no discussion of country bad asses can be complete without


Sure, Dolly and Loretta never kicked out the lights at the Ryman, but they created plenty of stirs with some of their lyrics. And I cannot tell you how disappointed I am that there isn't a decent video on You Tube of Loretta Lynn singing The Pill. Talk about a Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.