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George Strait is Still the King: a Live Review

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When I made the resolution at the beginning of 2018 to attend and write about more live shows and emphasize the importance of live music, especially in the current climate of streaming where tours, rather than album sales, support artists, I already knew I would be seeing King George Strait in June. It seems fitting that this post marks the halfway point of the goal of going to twelve shows this year because the midway point should be special, and George Strait certainly qualifies. Aside from being one of the biggest names in the history of the genre and not touring regularly after 2014, Strait is my favorite artist. I am working to own all of his albums, and when I tried to write a reflection on one earlier this week in preparation for this show, I eventually threw my hands up in surrender, unable to select something because of the sheer amount of quality material he has produced over his thirty-seven-year career. He was one artist my grandma, my mom, and I could all agree on, speaking to the resonance his music has had with several generations. I had seen him live once before, on the tour just before his massive farewell one, and although it was a great show, I had it pretty effectively ruined by the company, as my ex-husband, to whom I was then engaged, hated every moment of being there and made it known. Don’t go to shows with people like this if you can help it, it’s better to go alone if you must. Anyway, when my mom announced to me last October that he would be playing two shows in June in Tulsa, I jumped at the chance to right this wrong.

And after seeing King George on Friday (6/1), I don’t know if my words can possibly do it justice. I’ve seen some incredible stuff during this 2018 concert series–I’ve had the pleasure of watching Colter Wall silence crowds with his voice in a small, intimate setting, I’ve seen Shane Smith & the Saints absolutely kill it live for the third time in two years, and I’ve witnessed Jason Isbell take songs like “Speed Trap Town” and “If we Were Vampires” and somehow translate them into unforgettable moments in a live setting. I’ve had the great fortune to have not seen a bad show yet this year, and yet all of it somehow pales in comparison to what George Strait did Friday night.

I gave credit to Colter wall for doing the best closing number so far in 2018, and George strait gets credit for the best opening. He was introduced by Waylon Jennings’ “are You sure Hank Done it This way,” followed by the entrance of the ace in the Hole Band, who broke out into “deep in the Heart of Texas” while Strait came out onto the stage. It was nearly seven minutes after the lights went down that George Strait actually began singing, with the opener being “write This down.”

From there, he gave us two hours of music and thirty-one songs, and it struck me that on Saturday, he could easily choose thirty-one entirely different ones to perform for that crowd without resorting to singing anything obscure. That’s just ridiculous and speaks for itself. I don’t usually do this, but I will list the ones he performed below this post. I did notice that it was pretty well-balanced between older and newer material, with perhaps a bit too much focus on the more modern stuff. I can’t begin to guess how you decide which songs to play with a discography like this, though; do you just flip some coins, or roll some dice, or what? Although he could have done all #1 hits, I was impressed by the fact he included lesser-known songs as well, like “Cold Beer Conversation” and “Take me to Texas.” He also worked in tributes to other artists, singing “The Old Violin” from Johnny Paycheck and following the trend of so many right now by doing a couple for Merle Haggard, “Sing Me Back Home” and “are the Good Times Really Over.” I need him to record “Are the Good Times Really Over” now; that was one of the highlights of the whole thing. During the encore, he also did two Bob Wills numbers with the appropriate “Take me Back to Tulsa” and “Milk cow Blues.” Asleep at the Wheel had been the opener for Strait, and they also paid tribute to Wills, first with Waylon’s “Bob Wills is Still the King” and then with Wills’ song “New San Antonio Rose.” I had the feeling listening to all these songs that these may be some of the last artists playing Bob Wills music on big stages like this, and how important that is for the preservation of country music’s history–lots of people have heard of Merle Haggard, and many are paying tribute to him, but to hear music by Bob Wills in a sold-out arena is special because many younger audiences have likely never heard of him or his songs. With George strait especially, this is bridging the gaps between generations once again, as all these contemporary listeners who found his music in the last decade of his career are being exposed to older artists like this. It’s a great reflection of country music paying homage to its roots.

As for the highlights in Strait’s discography, it’s hard to single any out because they’re all such great songs, and George is a brilliant live performer. “I Can Still Make Cheyenne” stood out for me because that’s always been my favorite of his songs, and he didn’t sing that when I saw him before. “Baby blue” was another one that especially stood out, as well as “Troubadour.” “Amarillo by Morning” obviously qualifies here, and “All my Exes Live in Texas,” though not one of my favorite Strait songs, is just incredibly fun in a live setting. Except for a couple songs, he sounded excellent vocally, and also, unlike so many shows I’ve seen, this one wasn’t so loud that I couldn’t hear or understand the words. My dad, who has some significant hearing loss, also commented that he could actually understand George, so I know it’s not just a case of me being really familiar with these songs.

George noted that there would be something special happening that night besides the music. That came when he called up a soldier and a representative from the Military Warriors Support Organization and presented the key to a mortgage-free home to the veteran, who was wounded and has experienced TBI and PTSD. The Military warriors Support Organization seeks to provide housing and financial support to soldiers who have suffered severe injuries during combat, and we were told that this is the sixty-first home given by Strait, who is responsible for contributing fourteen million dollars to this effort. It was refreshing to see the crowd stand and cheer for a soldier with the same enthusiasm they gave to George Strait, and it seemed necessary to include that in this piece. For more information about this organization, you can go to MilitaryWarriors.org.

I feel like this goes without saying, but if you do get one of these chances like I had to see George Strait live, please do it. As a music fan, this is one of the most memorable concerts I’ve ever gotten to attend, and it’s an honor to be able to write about it here and have this outlet to share it with you all.

Best Live Songs: “Baby Blue,” “Are the Good Times Really Over,” “I Can still Make Cheyenne,” “Amarillo by Morning,” “Troubadour,” “All my Exes Live in Texas”

Setlist

1. “Deep in the Heart of Texas”
2. “Write This Down”
3. “Oceanfront Property”
4. “Cold Beer Conversation”
5. “Wrapped”
6. “Baby Blue”
7. “Run”
8. “She’ll Leave You With a Smile”
9. “The Old Violin”
10.”Kicked Outta Country”
11. “I cross my Heart”
12. “Arkansas Dave”
13. “The Man in Love With You”
14. “Check Yes or No”
15. “Sing me Back Home”
16. “Are the Good Times Really Over”
17. “Here for a Good Time”
18. “Take me to Texas”
19. “Give it all we Got Tonight”
20. “Give it Away”
21. “You Look so Good in Love”
22. “It Just Comes Natural”
23. “I Can Still Make Cheyenne”
24. “Amarillo by Morning”
25. “The Chair”
26. “Troubadour”
27. “Unwound”

Encore
28. “The Fireman”
29. “All my Exes Live in Texas”
30. “Take me Back to Tulsa”
31. “Milk Cow Blues”
32. “The Cowboy Rides Away”

Reviews

Single Review: Keith Urban’s “Coming Home” (ft) Julia Michaels)

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Rating: 0/10

Keith Urban seems hell-bent on removing all vestiges of dignity from his legacy by wasting his undeniable talent as a musician and songwriter on producing the laziest examples of shitty non-country music to grace our ears these past several years. And while I was not one who hated “Female” as vehemently as many, feeling that that did at least try to offer something meaningful and substantive, Urban’s complete forsaking of his signature guitar work in favor of electronic beats is without excuse. And now we have this new single, “Coming Home,” lacking in both sound and substance and proving to be one of Urban’s laziest efforts to date.

Yeah, we all know by now that Keith chose to rip off the classic riff to Merle Haggard’s “Mama Tried,” which is its own form of country music blasphemy. It’s an honor I’m sure Merle is rolling over in his grave somewhere about having been bestowed. But at least they gave him credit. AT least they admitted they had no original thought here whatsoever, which is more than Thomas Rhett could say about his rip-off of “Chain Gang” commonly known as “Crash and Burn.”

But you know why they ripped off the Haggard riff? Because that’s literally the only memorable thing about this piece of shit. If not for that, none of us would be talking about it at all. It’s vapid and shallow lyrically, meant to be about coming home, but instead of taking you to a specific place with unique details like Scotty McCreery’s “Home in my Mind,” it opts for generic bullshit that ultimately says nothing. It mentions a place where people know you and repeats lines about a phone call from far away. It’s obviously trying to reach as broad an audience as possible and thus ultimately becomes disposable to everyone. Nothing here is imaginative, original, or creative. Keith Urban sounds bored and checked out vocally, and oh yeah, since the current trend is to feature a female pop star since that makes it look like country radio is achieving progress on the tomato front, we also have Julia Michaels for a brief appearance, sounding just as underwhelming. Add generic, electronic beats, a melody that’s forgettable and stale, and yeah, literally the only thing here that makes this song worthy of even a passing comment is the Merle Haggard riff. I guess this is genius marketing by Urban, elevating his completely forgettable, average song that’s not country and also not worth anything in the pop world, by adding a classic riff and therefore a story line.

This stuff is so disappointing from an artist like Keith Urban because he knows better. Instead of showing leadership in the genre, he’s selling out hard and ignoring his talents. Instead of letting go of his radio relevancy with grace, he’s sunk to the lowest points of his career. This song is an example of one of his laziest attempts to get a hit, and it just proves the lack of effort and talent it takes to get corporate country radio to play your single, and then to get all your gullible fans to buy this. Keith Urban fans should expect and demand more because Urban is capable of delivering it. And as for the Merle rip-off, it seems par for the course for an artist so determined to forsake any shred of original thought or creativity. But can we really blame him? When all your own ideas are shit, and your song is a shallow piece of crap that no one will remember 30 seconds from now, what choice do you have but to rip off the perfectly good, iconic idea of another?

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Album Review: Courtney Patton–What it’s Like to Fly Alone

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Rating: 9/10

I know, I know, this record isn’t available on Spotify or Google Play, at least for the time being. There aren’t even any videos up on YouTube. It makes arguably even less sense, then, that it can be streamed on Apple Music and Amazon Music Unlimited, as opposed to just being a record available only for purchase through digital download or by buying physical copies. The merits, or lack thereof, of exclusivity can be debated, but that’s not going to change the fact that if you want to hear this new Courtney Patton release, many of you are going to have to look somewhere other than your favorite streaming outlet.

And you know what? Frankly, that’s a real shame, because this new Courtney Patton album deserves to be heard, indeed is probably worth supporting via a purchase rather than simply streaming it–but so many people are going to overlook it instead because that’s just how this often works in 2018.

So don’t be one of those people who misses out on the best record of 2018 so far because of silly things like this.

“This record is full of songs about people who have had to fly alone in some way, whether through grief, loss, life choices, addiction, or love,” says Patton about her latest effort. She goes on to say that it’s not always a depressing thing, that sometimes flying alone can help us figure out who we are and our destinies. It’s evident in this album as well, as there are definitely some melancholy moments, but the whole thing is far from a sad, lonely affair. There’s also a sense of hope and purpose running through this album which connects these characters and their stories.

For each character, flying alone seems to be slightly different. Many of them are here because of their own choices, as Patton explained. There’s the narrator of “Round Mountain,” a woman who abandoned her family after finally admitting that she wasn’t cut out for a life of raising babies and being married to a man she didn’t love. The woman here has made some mistakes and bad choices, like sleeping with another woman’s husband, but she neither apologizes for herself nor makes excuses. She’s not trying to run from what she’s done, and she’ll admit that it was wrong, but it’s also not something she’s sorry for; rather, she’s just stating the facts. It’s the same with the woman from “Devil’s Hand,” as she states that she wanted to see if his hand “felt as warm as it looked,” and that she understood what she was doing when she walked down this path. The narrator of “Open Flame” is self-aware as well, but she’s trying to walk away before the choice of adultery ruins her life and hurts her husband. She won’t be alone physically because she’ll go home to her husband, but she’ll be lonely because, as she says, she wants and needs this man instead of the one she married.

“Words to my Favorite Memory,” which first arrived in acoustic form on Patton’s duets album with Jason Eady, appears here again to explore the grief/loss side of flying alone. This song does a nice job of illustrating the connections we all have to certain songs and stories; the narrator here can’t play “My Favorite Memory” by Merle Haggard anymore because she was spinning the record when she received a call that her lover had died. “Fourteen Years” is a personal one for Courtney, written about her sister, who died tragically in a car accident and is referenced briefly in Courtney’s song “So This is Life.” “Red Bandanna Blue” was inspired by the loss of Kent Finlay, formerly the owner of Cheatham street Warehouse, although this one is written somewhat ambiguously and could be seen as a song about simply missing someone. Similar to “This Road to You,” it could be taken as a song about missing a friend or lover who simply isn’t present at the time.

Speaking of which, “This road to You” is a good example of a character still flying alone, but only for a time. This narrator is simply alone because of distance, and doing her best to get back to the one she loves. It adds a nice moment of levity to some of the darker material here. “Shove” is another one that adds a brighter moment to the album and sees a character admitting to needing some help, not being able to do it all by herself anymore. This one certainly works better in the context of the album than it did as the lead single, and really, all of these songs except possibly the cover of “Gold standard” really fit together lyrically to paint one overall picture, a picture that comes together in the title track.

As great as its lyrics are, however, this album’s strongest points lie in its instrumentation and production. Traditional through and through, this record can’t be labeled Americana or even mistaken for the Texas country sound that one might attach to this artist’s name. This can’t be called anything but stone cold, three-chord country. There’s plenty of fiddle happily contributing here, especially on “Round Mountain” and the title track. Steel guitar cries out in “Devils’ Hand,” “Red Bandanna Blue,” and “Fourteen Years,” making the last three songs of this album the place for steel enthusiasts to start. The piano makes its presence felt in several places as well, particularly on “Open Flame” and “Fourteen Years.” Instrumentally, this is an improvement from Courtney Patton’s last record; while that one was traditional throughout also, this one explores more variety within those parameters, adding texture and color to certain songs. And eat your heart out, Americana artists, this is beautifully, cleanly produced, without any ridiculous attempts to sound retro or throwback or you know, like shit just for the sake of sounding like shit. Courtney produced this herself, and she did a fantastic job with it.

So yeah, in short, there’s not a lot wrong with this record at all. The only thing I can maybe say is it could have had perhaps another upbeat moment, but that’s me being very nitpicky, as this also is an improvement from her last album in terms of variety in tempo and mood. IN fact, I’d have sooner taken out a track like the “Gold Standard” cover that doesn’t add to the theme of the album than added anything to what feels like a complete story. The lyrics and stories work very well together to paint this picture. The production is tasteful and pretty much nearly flawless. You can tell a lot of care went into this album both lyrically and musically, and the result is the best record yet to grace our presence in 2018. Courtney Patton should be proud of this.

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Reflecting on: How I Came to Love Country Music

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It’s written in my half of our writers page that “my first and deepest love will always be country music.” That doesn’t mean I don’t like other genres, and even within country, I’m certainly not a purist. I’ve definitely come to appreciate music from many different styles over the years, and you’ll even find me discussing some of it on this blog. But my first love was country, and it will always be my passion and the one thing I feel qualified to talk about.

So where did I get that love for country music? You might think living in Oklahoma, I was ensconced in it from the day I was born, but my parents were mostly into classic pop and rock, and it’s these styles which make up my earliest memories of music. It was later, when I started school, that I first began hearing country songs, and they came from my grandma. She’d pick me up from school, and she always had our country station playing in her car. These days, it plays 80’s and 90’s and 00’s country, but back then, in the late 90’s, it was a mix of classic and modern. She and I generally gravitated toward different sounds, but that was okay because the same station that played Merle Haggard also played the Dixie Chicks, whose record was one of the first country albums I ever owned. I remember my parents” reactions at first, not believing I was getting so much into country. Both of them eventually followed me into the genre and enjoy a lot of country from the late 90’s and early 00’s.

I didn’t always love her brand of country back then, but I did get into Merle Haggard and Keith Whitley. She didn’t always love mine, but she dearly loved Brad Paisley’s “We Danced.” We could agree on George strait in equal measure, as he seemed to bridge the gap between our generations. She always loved “I Just Want to Dance With You” and “Living and Living Well.” We drifted some as I grew older, for reasons which aren’t important here, and we didn’t see each other as much as we had when I was young. But we still had that time, that few minutes between leaving school and reaching my house, and we still had that music to share.

When I got into high school, I branched out some from country, starting to get into pop and rock and modern Christian music. I never drifted too far from country music during that time, but I was always careful throughout my time in school to not completely show my obsession with it. But it was there in full force; I sang records till I could perfect them, and I also started to write songs. And even though I was discovering other genres of music at the time, my love of country music only grew stronger. And it was during this time that my grandma was diagnosed with cancer. She fought it most of the time I was in high school. We didn’t speak much about it, and it’s not like our relationship changed, but that time we had in her car and the music we shared came to mean more. She eventually went into remission, and when I graduated high school, she was well.

I went to college for my passion, and it was there that I really became exposed to different styles of music, both through friends and through popular music courses. At this time, I drifted away quite a bit from my first love and began to explore all kinds of other music, and it’s something for which I’m still thankful. I got an appreciation for all different types of music and a newfound respect for the art of making it. Country was also going pretty much off the rails by this time (2010), so I was listening to it less and less.

But no form of musical expression can speak to real-life situations like country music, and I found my first love again when my grandma’s cancer returned, this time without hope for a cure. I wanted to listen to the music that she introduced me to, and it brought me comfort during those last days as we took care of her. We eventually lost her six years ago Sunday (Nov. 19th.) I listened to Merle Haggard and Keith Whitley and George Strait nonstop after that because it was the only thing that helped me. “I Just Want to Dance with You” will always make me think of her.

Her music brought me through that time like only music can, and it’s her love of country music that still lives on in me. I am so thankful that she introduced me to it and instilled that love in me, for music is the one thing that has always been there for me no matter what. It’s the one thing I have counted on to get me through loss, divorce, loneliness, and pain. And I can never, ever thank her enough for that gift.

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Melody: The Most Forgotten and Forsaken Element in Music

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“Nobody even attempts to write a melody.”

These were some of the infamous words of Merle Haggard when he gave his opinion on modern mainstream country back in 2015. Interesting words because while you can find plenty of people harping on the lack of lyrical content and substance in the mainstream, or bitching about the encroachment of other genres and electronic beats into their beloved country music, not many people have commented on what may be the most rampant problem running through modern American music: the consistent lack of memorable and engaging melodies.

But even though we don’t mention it, this makes sense in the mainstream. Much of the stuff coming from Music Row is unimaginative and forgettable, and the lack of melody is only one small problem. So yeah, maybe we don’t criticize it often enough, but it’s not a stretch to see the undeniable lack of care for this crucial element in mainstream country.

But I’d argue it’s an even bigger problem in the world of Americana and independent music; yep, you know, that world where everything is good, and we can’t criticize anything. IN fact, I’d say that the mainstream is maybe the best place to find entertaining melodies these days–and no, that’s not saying a lot because so much mainstream music is just downright boring, but the majority of the songs we call “guilty pleasures” that come out of the mainstream stick with us because they’re catchy. They get stuck in our heads. Sure, we know the lyrics are stupid, maybe even at times misogynistic. But it’s the melody, and/or that lively, infectious instrumentation that keeps us liking the song despite how our mind tells us we should feel about it.

Conversely, how many Americana projects have you listened to that while there weren’t any flaws per se, there was also nothing memorable whatsoever? Maybe you read reviews or heard from listeners how great a record was, how awesome the songwriting was, etc., and for whatever reason just could not get into the album. That’s not to take away from the special art of songwriting, and it’s also true music is by nature subjective, but sometimes, albums are ruined just by a lack of effort and care for the melodies. Ray Wylie Hubbard’s is a shining example of this and indeed the inspiration for this post; equally, John Moreland’s latest might well have been the most boring record of the year if not for those catchy hooks and enchanting melodies that kept you coming back enough times to really unwrap the brilliance in his lyrics.

This problem of forsaking melodies is no doubt directly related to the equally alarming lack of quality vocalists in the independent scenes, which is itself a topic worthy of an entire post. We question whether to criticize such things as a singer’s vocal ability, and indeed, things like tone can’t be helped, but the technical abilities of singers can also be improved. Shows like The Voice and American Idol have gone to the other extreme, painting a picture of vocal ability as everything without taking into account an artist’s ability to draw an audience in emotionally. This emotional connection is more vital than technical skill, But singing is also more than emotive interpreting; this is what makes it different from reading poetry. it’s also nice to hear a great vocalist sing the hell out of a song; that’s one of the reasons Lauren Alaina’s sophomore album was such a joy to listen to.

When singer-songwriters are writing songs to fit their increasingly limited vocal ranges and abilities, their melodies become limited as well and often become somewhat of an afterthought. The results are often good lyrics that were turned into boring, lifeless songs. I’ve heard numerous Americana albums like this in 2017, brimming with good songwriting but completely forgettable. A singer may indeed possess that special thing that connects them with an audience and allows them to draw emotion out of every word, but does that matter if those magical words are translated into boring, forgettable music? Melody is what brings the lyrics to life and makes the songs resonate with us and get stuck in our heads. A script is only as good as the actors who make it come alive onstage, and lyrics on a page are only as thoughtful and relatable as the vocalist who interprets them for the world and the melody to which the songwriter sets them.

We praise songwriters, and we say we’re living in the age of the song, but it’s more like the age of the lyric. These independent/Americana types are often so caught up in telling a story and/or being deep and thoughtful that they forget what makes music such a unique and treasured art form. It’s good to be artistic, but that artistry shouldn’t replace accessibility. Even our greatest songwriters like Jason Isbell are guilty of this; there’s some brilliant material on his latest album, but some of it is honestly just forgettable melodically. This is not to take away from Jason Isbell as an artist or a lyricist, more to paint a picture of just how deep the problem goes and to illustrate that even the greatest songwriters and albums suffer from this phenomenon in 2017.

There is a lot of talk these days, especially in this blogging world, about what, if any, of the music coming out currently will be remembered years from now. Not ten or twenty, but say, fifty years down the road. Will we be listening to any music from today like people still listen to Hank? That’s a whole different discussion, but I’d argue that it’s not just the lack of substance keeping songs from having that timeless quality. It’s not just shallow radio singles that will be forgotten, but many of our greatest songwriters in both mainstream and independent music will suffer the same fate if they continue to treat melody as some sort of secondary element. It’s that indefinable thing that keeps us coming back to a song years later, that recalls a memory, a specific place and time, and has us singing a chorus we haven’t heard in so long but to which we still can recite the words. It’s the melodies which linger on in our minds and stir our hearts, and I hate to see it becoming so marginalized, even by otherwise great musicians and lyricists. So songwriters, please don’t forget this crucial part of your craft, or treat it as somehow secondary to your lyrics. It’s the thing that holds them together and gives them character, taking those thoughts from your head and words on a page and turning them into timeless songs that we’ll sing for years to come.