05.31.06
Posted in cricket spazzes, some albums we done liked others we ain't - May 31st, 2006 at 12:23 am by Cricket
Hank III, Shelton Hank Williams, blah blah blah looks/sounds like his famous granddaddy blah blah battles with his record label. If you want to know that stuff a quick trip through Google search results will tell it to you over and over.
What’s really important about Hank III is that I think he’s hot. Like HOT. In that too-skinny, cracked-out, would probably be mean to you in front of his friends and nice when you were alone, and why am I so not over bad boys kind of way. For real, though I think he gets it. I’ve never met him, can’t do anything but infer from interviews and lyrics, but I think that he really does get it. What’s “it” you say? Why country music, of course. Isn’t that what it’s all about? [That noise in the background is Hank3 getting a restraining order. -- Mimi]
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05.28.06
Posted in mimi hates on pop country - May 28th, 2006 at 4:36 pm by Mimi
“Jesus Take the Wheel” is the kind of song that makes me despair for America. It’s not just insipid but insidious. Not as in your face dumb as a Toby Keith song, but subtle dumbing-down of America.
Listen, people, if you’re driving near me and start to skid and kill me because you gave it up to Jesus (a phrase with lots of potential there), I will come back to haunt you and make sure your radio plays death metal at all hours of the night and day.
Stop buying these records! What is wrong with you, America? Remember when country music was about getting high, drunk, and laid? Let’s bring that back, and I DON’T mean “Honkytonk Pudunkadunk” (I refuse to look that up and make sure it’s spelled right).
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05.27.06
Posted in some albums we done liked others we ain't - May 27th, 2006 at 4:48 pm by Mimi
You probably don’t know who Cory Branan is. Get ready to get over that. He’s seven flavors of awesome. Even God only thinks in multiples of seven, so learn to love Cory.
All about him written by someone else:
http://www.corybranan.com/press/Bio06_web.jpg
If your love isn’t cemented by his quote about his influences, his music’s probably not for you because he’s too witty and sarcastic for your dullard sensibilities. That’s ok, you still got Toby Keith. [Insulting you is Mimi telling you she loves you. -- Cricket]
Cory’s first album is a singer-songwriter’s jizzfest, full of the kind of songs that makes girls sigh and daydream about setting up house with the guy singing. With his second, 12 Songs, Cory’s stepped it up with complex arrangements, branching out from the stripped-down, troubadour style that sold him to me in the first place. Some people don’t appreciate it when an artist makes a giant leap from album to album. Those people must not understand the concept of the word “artist” — you don’t get to pick what an artist does from project to project, so shut the fuck up.
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05.21.06
Posted in mimi hates on pop country - May 21st, 2006 at 4:13 pm by Mimi
I was jacking around doing who the hell knows what the other day (watching the Academy of Country Music Awards show I do believe) and it dawned on me that every single time I see/hear Brad Paisley I really adore him. It clicked — I LIKE Brad Paisley! This is totally f-ed up because I normally hate mainstream country music and only listen to broadcast country stations to keep current on what god-awful crap the Nashville machine is trying to shove down our throats.
So then I went and bought a couple songs off of iTunes which lead to buying the entire “Mud on the Tires” album, and all was lost. ALL WAS LOST! I really love it. His vocal delivery really does it for me. It’s the sort of pop country I usually gag over, and I have no clue what the damned deal is here. Does he remind me of George Strait? Yes, I recognize the irony in professing not to like pop country and then admitting I love George, but George is GEORGE! (And that goes for Strait and Clooney, folks!) Rodeo and Texas and two-stepping, so can the judgment, sissy.
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05.20.06
Posted in cricket spazzes - May 20th, 2006 at 7:09 pm by Cricket
Every so often I have a revelatory music moment. People rec a fair amount of music to me, I read reviews all over the place and despite the fact that half of what I listen to is probably crap, I am actually kind of picky. Or maybe you can just divide the music on my iPod into two categories — first: music to listen to fill the silence and second: music to break your own heart too, to run away too, to change the world for, to change yourself over. In short music either annoys me or it doesn’t or it full-on fucking pierces me.
So what’s new in the world of owning my soul, you ask? Well, I’ll tell ya, it’s the Avett Brothers. Tritely, and to sum up most the reviews I’ve read, it’s punk rock boys discovering their real musicianship in bluegrass. Except not, you know, because there isn’t anything punk to it but perhaps some of the vocals, and there isn’t anything bluegrass to it except perhaps the instruments.
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