Friday BBQ Spotify 8/16/13
It seems every week about this time that my business partner – the pitmaster – the venerable “Tex” in Tex Howard, utters to me something like “you don’t really like country music do you?” As my head drops. And after I shelve my previously meticulously crafted plans for a post-punk alternative music revival retrospective, I start to think about what I can do to create a country list that relieves at least some of his pain. As I’ve said on this thread before, I really love country western music. C’mon, I’m a Texan through and through. Stuff gets fed to us from an early age as if George Strait was the CEO of Gerber’s. I just tend to have a range of country tastes that meanders along some, shall we say, less-traveled roads. The Austin sound. Progressive country. Bluegrass. Western swing. Music that has the clear nature of “country,” but the musicians actually sound different from each other. And the subgenre of country music that really defines that style for me is Red Dirt. Getting its name from the color of soil found in Oklahoma, and specifically Stillwater, Oklahoma (long considered to be the center of Red Dirt music), Red Dirt has a Texas component as well. Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson are associated with the distinctive Texas sound while Bob Childers defines Oklahoma Red Dirt music. At one time the distinction between the two genres was obvious, but by 2008 that gap had diminished. These days, Red Dirt seems to encapsulate a kind of universal “indy-country” sound that battles with mainstream country for airtime, and mirrors what independent filmmakers represent as they go up against major film studios for recognition. The kind of music that comes from songwriters who might have just gone to church but now need a good shot of whiskey. And this time, when THEY sing about the experience, you believe it.
So here you go country lovers. Meander down that red dirt country road with me. Nobody’s going to insult a politician and then have their career decimated. Oh, some of them insult politicans – their music just doesn’t get heard enough for anyone to get their feathers ruffled. Sounds good while firing up the barbecue. Sounds good while picking up the kids from school. Really sounds good while kickin’ up dust and drivin’ down a red dirt country road. Blast this stuff throughout the house this weekend and for a change, the kids might not roll their eyes. As much. Just enjoy it – you never know when I might revert to The Vaccines or My Bloody Valentine. Have a great weekend everyone.