• Sturgill Simpson's Country Throwback

    Today... Tomorrow... Time is not just an endless stream for me. Time is explosions and collisions of people coming together and tearing apart and coming together again.
    I'm listening to the Sturgill Simpson newest record. If I were not sick to death of the alt-folk-bluegrass-country vibe that is ubiquitous everywhere, this would be a great record... for a throwback Red Dirt country Outlaw lover.
    I remember way-back riding around in our little toyota corona's back seat, my dad forcing this type of janky country music through the speakers and me screaming bloody murder to turn it off.
    Any of you heard Willie Nelson's Skylark? Now THAT's a rare death of the soul... that I secretly played until the chorme wore off the tape. With two working parents (for a time) I had free reign of the contents of our household after school. Mostly I watched TV... because invariably I was grounded from watching tv, because I watched too much tv and didn't get my homework done... or whatever.
    I was an Outlaw Country listener. Waylon, Willie, Colter blah blah, seriously I can barely make myself write this, the top songs and performers got so overplayed. after a while. The movement died off, they died or retired or smoked themselves into irrevalance. New country replaced the serious twang and the public eye of popular alt culture moved on to some other perjorative genre to appropriate and vampyre off of.
    Fast forward to the hipster revolution... 
    I don't know. Being an original hipster, singing music that nobody's heard of and performing it in rock clubs etc. I gotta say we kinda missed the mark. I mean, musically, it's cool to go back and reignite these very specific genre-based mid to late 20th century musical memes. It beats having to listen to tone rows from Webern. OR DOES IT(?) Actually, maybe it fucking doesn't. 
    My whole point in this stream of conciousness blurt is that I'm tired of people bringing back stuff and having it be a kind of plastic mannequin display of it. Sturgis' new record, for all of the really powerful sound and appropriate sounding vocals, misses some of the grit. Scrubs it clean.
    It's not that it isn't there, it's just that it uses someone else's voice. We know how hard it is to live out there these days. It hasn't gotten easier! Where's the real pain? It's pretty. It's thoughtfilled. But it is like our filigried lifestyle we have now. Too ostentations for where we really are. Optimistic grunge.