Marty Stuart's Five Takeaways From The Weekend

This appeared on - September 30, 2013

While most of you are focusing on the "Breaking Bad" finale, I am writing this entry and listening to Keith Whitley. If you listen to the radio show, you know that I am not a huge fan of modern country music and listening to Whitley only confirmed why. A great authentic voice with songs that actually express real emotion ... that to me is country music. However, what I see now is mostly guys wearing the standard country uniform (tight jeans, fake cowboy boots, and either a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up or, if they are in better shape, a form-fitting v-neck t-shirt) and singing songs concerning things they would never do (like chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit). I harken back to the days of Cash/Waylon/Willie, etc. but also have a soft spot for the cheesy country of today's birthday salute, the great Marty Stuart. There was a time that country music also included garish outfits, exemplified by Stuart and his wild rhinestone suits. Look at the man ... now he is graying and a little slower with his moves, but there was a time in the 80s that he made your grandmother swoon in the same way that the college girls are now trying to mount Luke Bryan. His songs ere goofy ("Tempted" is one of my top 50 ever), but his music ability was not, and the way Stuart plays guitar is as good as any country musician ever. I love his bizarre coiffed mullet and his Dwight Yoakam-like mediocre dance moves, the entire basis of which seems to be to shake his butt at the women in the crowd. He sang about love ("Burn Me Down"), drinking ("The Whiskey Ain't Workin' "), and general country nonsense ("The Hillbilly Rock"). Simply put, he is the type of musician that simply wouldn't exist today, because we need to pick another 6'3" former college football tight end to tell us about how much beer they can drink while they are partying at the lake in their truck with a couple of bros (none of which they ever do). Give me Marty Stuart and his odd back story (he grew up with a crush on country singer Connie Smith, and then 15 years ago, married her ... when he was 39 and she was 57) over just about anyone we have today. He may not be Conway, but he can still bring it.

By Matt Jones

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