Thursday, April 12, 2012

Rhinestone cowboy

I've been listening to a lot of country music lately. Maybe it's because I've been drinking (a lot) more bourbon as well, but these songs are great. Glen Campbell is the best. A real country legend, and look, not a single goddamn cowboy hat in sight. I think deep down, country music purists are suffering as much as hip hop purists are, because today's music is terrible.

A measure of a true singer is their ability to perform live. Fuck the recordings and the studio work. That moment when you're in front of a mike with nothing but a guitar is when true magic happens. I love the song in the first video, Southern Nights. It was written by Allen Toussaint, who was describing his memories of visiting relatives in the Louisiana countryside as a child. Glen's cover of it is the most well-known, and the lyrics spoke to his childhood spent on an Arkansas farm.

In music, as in all things, all we're searching for is a truth. Honest, singular truth.


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