Shooting The Shit With Shooter…

Jessica Northey, who Forbes magazine calls a ‘Social Media Pioneer’, has for some reason taken a liking to me and we have started a little project we are calling #Twangout…get it? Google Plus has the ability to do group chats in what they call a “Hangout”…and if you think Country Music the word “Twang” should come to mind, right? So Tada…#Twangout!

Jessica and I’s (Me and Jessica? I can never remember) musical tastes are POLAR opposite, but we still love music in the same genre, kinda. I am much more traditional and her tastes suck. Just kidding, not really. Anywhoo, we sat down for our very first Twangout last week and our guest was Shooter Jennings. The interview was originally planned for half an hour with the focus being the “Song By Song: Johnny Cash” project. We definitely covered that subject, but we did get a little bit off topic and go over an hour. Ummm…I did, Jessica didn’t. She is a professional.

It was so much fun! I am still not used to seeing myself on video and if I sound over excited it is because I was over excited. I also have to get a real microphone and a headset so I can hear better.

Some examples of things we covered during the Twangout:

-Jason Boland’s new album and how smart he is.
-Hank Jr. going nuts at the Stockyard show.
-Shooter loving the “Trailerpark Troubadours”…better knows as the Turnpike Troubadours.
-Why Shooter fights with Triggerman but adopted Trailer as his new BFF…
-That awful Bucky video…and all that, that implies.
-Staying up all night with Adam Hood and Jason Eady.
-Shooter admitting he’d “eff” Taylor Swift.
-Ke$ha’s phone number.
-A tour of Shooter’s guitar collection.
-The Waylon hologram at the CMA Awards…the rumor I just made up.

And YES…we all know that Shooter is not Willie Nelson’s son. If you watch the tag line, Shooter changes them to random goofy things throughout the interview.

I really could go on and on and on. He was a great sport! Hopefully this was just the first of many more Twangouts to come!

~Rb




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