There were five songs released off of Aldean's last album, the worst any of them did on the country charts was number 2. He's an interesting artist in that he's on an indie label, but he has a very formulaic Nashville sound and a very structured choice in songs. His character is that of a simple, small town, country boy and so that's the root to every song. Here is a good example, this is the opening lines to "Country Boy's World."
She was raised up in Jersey
I said oh Lord have mercy
Never seen a one light town till she moved down here.
She said I'm so bored out of my mind
Need a Starbucks and wi-fi
Or a jet airliner to fly me anywhere.
You can write the rest. Just add in trucks, dead bucks, and throw in a bunch of southern towns.
As you can tell I'm not all that crazy about the album. The big problem is that the country boy thing gets a bit old about four songs in, and this album is 15 songs of the same basic thing.
If someone put this album on at a family reunion I wouldn't go nuts, but I wouldn't be too happy after the 7th song knowing we weren't even half way through.
Following the Rhapsody rating method I give it 1 out of 5 stars for Just OK.
I hit a dead buck a couple of weeks ago with our Element. It was gruesome. We were headed home from Evansville not long after dark on the Edward T. Breathitt Pennyrile Parkway. I was driving. My wife was in the passenger seat, and our baby was asleep in her seat in the back. I was in the right lane. A car had pulled over to the right apron and turned on its hazards, so I started easing to the left lane to give it some space. I didn't have the high-beams on because I didn't want to blind the north-bound traffic across the median. I got about halfway across the two lanes, and there was a giant buck dead in the road. (My guess is that the pulled-over car had killed it.) I was afraid to veer back right, in case someone was getting out of the parked car. And I didn't want to veer further right, for fear I'd get into the median and roll the van down the incline. So, I scoped the dead buck's rack in the crosshairs of my front wheels, straddled the substantial carcass and gritted my teeth as the van was literally lifted off the highway. It was pretty yucky.
ReplyDeleteWe went directly to a car wash when we got back to town. Alas, there didn't appear to be any damage. But, after another day of driving, it was clear something was amiss. In fact, it turned out that a carbon filter had been ripped apart and the fuel pump had been damaged--better than a grand's worth of repairs.
I knew basically nothing about Edward T. Breathitt until today. Matthew, could you please add a Hopkinsville label to this post?
He went by "Ned."
ReplyDeleteWhen you get a song cut on Jason Aldean's album and make a shit ton of money, then you can criticize! :)
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