Happy New Year
Friday, January 02, 2009
January 1 started off with no particular fanfare. I sat, web surfing and watching "Encino Man" while my fellow revelers slept off the myriad poisons we introduced to our systems the night before. Pauly Shore, a master of weezing the juice in his day, does not stand the test of time. Then a google alert popped into my inbox linking me to a "best of" post my friend Baron over at Twang Nation had written. In it, Baron waxed poetically about the many things wrong with the Nashville Pop Country scene, offering a list of artists that are the light in the never ending darkness of Britneyesque fluff being served up by the industry. The top 10, the best of '08, contained some of my favorite artists working today, but it also contained this new kid Hang Jones. I sat there, looking at my name in a list alongside Hank III and Justin Townes Earle, and while the cocky, swaggerin' Keith in me wanted to say "fuck yeah, I deserve to be on that list" I am humbled to think someone out there (besides my family) would not only thinkit, but write it and publish it to the magic tubes of the internet websites. So my day was off and running, made even better by the
platter of tacos, rice and beans I enjoyed for supper. And if this day is to be viewed as a sign of things to come in 2009, I am
thinking that sign reads something like "watch out for Hang Jones in '09."
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