From her forthcoming Stitch of the World.
Jan 17, 2017
Tift Merritt Performs "Dusty Old Man"
Labels:
Live performances,
Tift Merritt
Luke Bryan's Music Speaks
Labels:
Cody Jinks,
Luke Bryan,
memes,
Satire
Top 10 Ways Nashville Will Respond to Sturgill Simpson's Popularity
10. Sign Virgil Simpson, Sturgill's tonedeaf cousin
9. More songs about DMT
8. Ban pitch correction in lieu of barely discernible enunciation
7. Request Florida-Georgia Line try some of that "authenticity" stuff on for size
6. Vow to release another dumb bro-country song for every
8. Ban pitch correction in lieu of barely discernible enunciation
7. Request Florida-Georgia Line try some of that "authenticity" stuff on for size
6. Vow to release another dumb bro-country song for every
Facebook rant Sturgill goes on, out of spite
5. Kidnap Dave Cobb; force him at gunpoint to produce Rascal Flatts next album
4. Quietly invite Sturgill to play the CMAs; never let anyone know
4. Quietly invite Sturgill to play the CMAs; never let anyone know
about his 5 minutes of laughing on voice mail reply
3. Scour the hills of Kentucky for a salt-of-the-earth type who writes great songs;
3. Scour the hills of Kentucky for a salt-of-the-earth type who writes great songs;
2. Get Cole Swindell to cover "You Can Have the Crown" …very poorly
1. Just do whatever the fuck they were gonna do in the first place because
1. Just do whatever the fuck they were gonna do in the first place because
they still don't know who Sturgill Simpson is
Jan 16, 2017
New Video: Cage the Elephant "Cold, Cold, Cold"
Labels:
Cage the Elephant,
New Videos
Notes Concerning Sturgill Simpson and Live Network Television
Notes Concerning Sturgill Simpson
and Live Network
Television
By Kevin Broughton
Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like
you're not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. – Josey
Wales
Nashville, it ain’t like he
didn’t warn you. And by summer’s end Sturgill Simpson had had a bellyful. Of
you, and your suits, and your black little money-grubbing hearts. One of your
favored kingmakers, some Mary named “Bobby Bones,” summed up your indifference
to actual art by referring to him as Sturgis
Simpson. To be fair, it was Garden & Gun’s
cowardly betrayal of a dying Merle Haggard
that finally set him off, but his point was unambiguous: I don’t need you. Keep promoting talentless hacks who can’t write songs
and need machines to get their voices barely past the level of
“vomit-inducing.” I’m done with you.
If country music is to be
saved – as opposed to burned down and rebuilt somewhere far away from Music
Row’s satanic pit – Sturgill’s blistering performance on Saturday
Night Live will be seen as the turning
point.
Most folks who’ve worn out A Sailor’s Guide to Earth probably anticipated the songs he’d pick to introduce himself to the nation on such a prestigious platform. December’s pleasant surprise of two Grammy nominations had millions asking, “Who is Sturgill (as opposed to Sturgis) Simpson?”
“Keep it Between the Lines”
was a perfect how-do-you-do. On a concept album – in the form of a love letter
to his newborn son – full of intensity, it’s a cut featuring wry advice that
induces smiles. Pause the DVR quickly enough and you’ll see the hint of a smile
from the man himself; but overall it was a warmup.
The real heat came with “Call
to Arms.” Fitting, as Simpson used it as the show-closer throughout his recent tour.
And for close to five minutes, the SNL stage
positively burned. The band started fast. And the tune only built in intensity
by the moment – by the measure, really – in a way you couldn’t have imagined
and still might not believe after re-watching several times. Chances are you’re
still shaking your head. If anyone’s seen a more hair-raising musical
experience on live television, speak up.
It ended with a power-slammed
guitar, to match an upturned organ stage right. Was there a semblance of a
grin? Look closely:
Nope.
That face? It’s saying, “Get
some. Who’s next?”
And Nashville, he’s looking
at you. You brought this on yourself, Music Row. Maybe you’ll keep promoting a 40-year-old in painted-on jeans
who thrusts his junk on stage and sings about finger banging drunk girls in his
truck. Or tatted-up white trash clowns that duet with their Backstreet
Boyfriends. But only for a short while.
Because Sturgill Simpson
judged you on August 29, 2016, and you were found wanting: Guilty of crimes
against art, integrity, and musical humanity. There will be no phone call from
the governor with a last minute reprieve. Your death will be fittingly slow,
because on January 14, 2017, judge became executioner at 30 Rockefeller Center
and with two songs, started the gradual drip of a fatal drug cocktail.
Twenty years ago Todd Snider
famously quipped – and you can find it on the occasional T-shirt – “In a
perfect world, Steve Earle would run Nashville.”
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