Remember that new American Aquarium they did for the Gondola Sessions last week? Pretty badass right? This is their other new one, “Wichita Falls”. If these are true previews of the new songs, this new album is going to be pretty righteous.
If you are listening to this kind of music and are okay with it, this post is not for you.
Actually, yes it is.
It may not feel that way, but you need to hear it. This guy, and the likes of him, are the musical equivalent of a mullet. If you listen to shit like this, then in my mind, you have a mullet. A hideous mullet. One you are probably proud of. Hell, maybe you even have a special wooden brush you carry in your back pocket to get that fat wave in the sides of it. Maybe you even named your mullet? Who knows? As a friend, it’s my civic duty to tell you to lose that mullet. It’s a bad look. You know who likes mullets? Other people with mullets. Same applies here y'all.
Anyway, substance. Mr. Bryan and his commercial cohorts lack substance. Maybe they donate their time and contribute to local organizations. In which case, I applaud them. Musically? No way. You can’t convince me otherwise. They have nothing of substance to their music. They are as deep as a skeeter’s peter in a whale’s vagina. These people are polluting our airwaves and are being force fed to you by a suit. A suit who only cares about selling cheese to a misinformed people. Misinformed? Yeah, a bit. How many of you are aware that there is real music with substance? With soul, hurt, anger, joy, storytelling power out there? I’d venture to say not many, if this guy, and the likes, are your “go-to” musicians.
To anyone who knows better, this does not apply to you. Also, I love you all for being able to seek out quality and not settle.
When people are getting rich singing about cheese-dick-bubblegum-shit with no substance, enough already. You deserve better. Your mind deserves better. Your soul deserves better. Real musicians deserve better. This is not country music. This is pop music with a fiddle and steel guitar, maybe a banjo and mandolin. And it is barely music. It’s about as country, as Lil’ Wayne is to real hip-hop. Not at all. Lyricists with no lyrics. All fluff, no nut, plain and simple.
Make 2014 the year this shit stops. Give yourself something better. Seek out places to get real music. Stop buying this shit because you think it’s the only thing there is. It isn’t. I promise you that. There are musicians who have voices that deserve to be heard out there. Musicians who write their own music. Who share real things that in turn make you feel real shit inside of you. If this hurts your feelings, it’s what I believe and I’m not sorry for saying it. It needs to be said. More people need to say it. Seek out good music. Don’t dig my blog? I’ll recommend some other great people who have blogs. But FYACB, they don’t play good music on my local station! Guess what? They don’t on mine either! There are great podcasts and internet radio streams out there. Send me a message, I’ll respond back and point you to them.
Let’s have meaning and not be hollow. And for the love of whatever you love, not another fucking truck song. Please.
Pretty stoked for this Saturday. I get to go see Amanda Shires in Lubbock, Texas this Saturday. I am beyond stoked. Want to know why? Watch this video. The thing that fascinates me about singer/songwriters is their ability to express and convey the thought and feelings of their words. That is talent. Those are things which are real. To be able to open yourself up like that everytime you play that song is a gift. Talent y'all, pure talent.