Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Still debating

Whether or not I am going to go see the miniature country music man and his friends, Leann Rimes, Gary Allan, Sammy Hagar (?!?) and Keith Urban at LP Field on Saturday.

I guess if I do, there will be a review here. If not, well, you probably don't want to hear about reruns of House, although I could go early and catch a seat at my friend Bobby's show.

I could already write a review of that: Bobby sang Merle, then George (Jones, not Strait), then repeated about 14 times followed by one Vern Gosdin, Keith Whitley and Gary Allan song each.

Yes, that sounds much better than a person called the Red Rocker. No country music there. Of course, Kenny has definite non-country moments himself.

Jesus take the wheel...

... because Kristy Lee Cook just got a record deal to make herself a little country CD.

I just saw this little snippet on E! Online. God help us all.

The recently betrothed Kristy Lee Cook has inked a deal with 19 Recordings/Arista Nashville for a twang-heavy album debut, with her first single, "15 Minutes of Shame," already getting an Aug. 11 release date.

The as-yet unnamed album will be recorded, as with Davids Cook and Archuleta, on the road this summer during the Idols Live! tour. While no firm release date has been announced for the album, like the Davids', it will be due out this fall, presumably after David Cook's.

Kristy Lee Cook is wasting no time taking a page out of past Idols' playbooks: Arista Nashville is also home to Carrie Underwood, and her album is being produced by Brett James, who cowrote Underwood's megahit "Jesus Take the Wheel."

(Hopefully Cook will fare better than Idol alums Taylor Hicks, Ruben Studdard, Katharine McPhee and Blake Lewis, all of whom have been dropped by their
respective RCA-owned labels this year.)

I really don't like the idea of these no-talent hacks from reality shows coming to Nashville and filling our airwaves with super-shitty music. Isn't Rascal Flatts bad enough, really?

Well, I guess if I don't like her music, I can always listen to Julianne Hough.

Or maybe some Patsy Cline, to remind me of when real women sang country music.

(And P.S. I had picked the title of this post before I read that they had somehow harangued super-talented Brett James, who wrote that song, to produce this little munchkin's CD.)

Anyways, I'm off to vomit. And then make a mix tape of Carrie Underwear, Rascal Flatts, Bucky Covington and Kellie Pickle ... so I can drive over it with my car.