Big Sigh. My cold evil, black heart is heavy today. I am not sure I can even muster up anything snide or snarky. I am just going to write about what I feel like writing. Suck it.
I heard this really sad news yesterday and it literally made my guts wrench…
May 2, 2010 3:36 p.m.
A Harris County man upset about loud music from neighbor’s party has been arrested on a murder charge in a triple shooting that left one man dead and two others injured.
Raul Rodriguez remained in Harris County jail Sunday with no bond. A jail official had no attorney information for the 44-year-old.
The man hosting his wife’s birthday party, 36-year-old Kelly Danaher, was killed in the shooting early Sunday morning.
The injured included a Houston fire captain — Senior Capt. Ricky Johnson, who was attending the gathering. A fire official says Johnson was shot in the stomach.
The Houston Chronicle reports that he was in critical condition Sunday at Ben Taub General Hospital.
A third man who was shot in the leg was treated and released.
(Copyright 2010 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)
I guess the news that one of the victims was Ben and Brett Danaher’s brother has been spread. I will never understand senseless acts of violence. I just don’t understand. I wish I had a strong enough faith to just say things like this are God’s will…but I don’t.
This comment was posted yesterday and I think it says everything that I can’t:
It’s times like this where this music community needs to remember what we do share, a love of music, and use that commonality to reach out to someone who really needs it. I can’t even imagine what his family is dealing with right now, and, believe it or not, every prayer and well wish counts.
In other sad news to go with my melancholy mood, how devastating is all the flooding in Nashville? Its just awful.
This is the inside of the Opry House.
Oh….I know this isn’t “Red Dirt” but I have a story…and I loves me some story telling! Chely Wright is a lesbian! Yes, a real life lesbian…not one of those Panty Row faux lesbianic hump dancing lesbians that do it for attention…
(PEOPLE.com) — Country singer Chely Wright’s reasoning was sound. “There had never, ever been a country music artist who had acknowledged his or her homosexuality,” she tells PEOPLE. “I wasn’t going to be the first.”
But now Wright is changing her tune. “Nothing in my life has been more magical than the moment I decided to come out,” she says.
Wright, 39, recalls of her youth in the South: “I don’t have a memory in my life that doesn’t include the dream of making music.” But during her childhood and rapid ascent to fame in the county world, she also experienced a community in which homosexuality was shunned. “I hid everything for my music,” says Wright.
The singer-songwriter, who has won both an Academy of Country Music and a Country Music award, will later this week release her memoir, “Like Me,” as well as her first album in five years, “Lifted off the Ground.”
She’ll also appear on the Today Show Wednesday to discuss her personal journey.
I say good for her. I hope she finds the right woman and gets married and adopts 14 Haitian babies. I personally think gays should be able to be married…Momma Ballou always said everyone has the right to be miserable. That crazy Momma!
Story time…a few years back I went with my Posse to see Gary Allan in Brownwood and Chely was opening. You think Panty Row is rough at a Stoney show? You should try Panty Row at a Gary Allan show…its more dangerous than being on stage at the Calf Fry! Those Diesel Sniffing whores are HARD CORE and that night they met their match with the Chely Wright fans. Oh yeah, big time She-Mullet wearing, chain belt having, steel toed boot wearing Rosie O’ Donnell look alikes. There was a big batch of them that traveled from out of state to see her show and I knew that their gaydars couldn’t all be wrong. Those 85 pound girls didn’t have a shot at getting close to the stage that night. You go you lesbians!
One thing Chely, I am glad you “came out” to the world…but you came out to the world the day before your first new album in five years came out. Hey, I ain’t hatin on you, but hellllloooo…come on! You didn’t even get the cover of People…at least Doogie Howser got the cover! Don’t sweat it sister, be who you are. And maybe you can get booked on the Lilithfair Tour.
I am just going to call it right now…the next one out of the closet is Natalie Maines.
I just had to share this…it made me totally smile. As a reader of the Mother Hubbard’s for a long time I squealed out loud when I saw this in the Summer 2010 copy of Music Fest Magazine…and yes, call me out bitches, because I am name dropping!
I am from Oklahoma and have been a fan of both Texas Music and the music coming out of Oklahoma for years. More and more though I am noticing that the terms Red Dirt and Texas Music are used together or Texas artists are called Red Dirt and Oklahoma artists are called Texas artists. What gives?
Dear What Gives,
You are not the only one confused and I will be glad to set the record straight once and for all. I trotted over to www.ritaballou.blogspot.com(brilliantly funny so do check it out.) as lovely Rita digs all things Red Dirt and Ms. Rita when asked didn’t seem to know the difference either. So I have some splainin’ to do.
Around the time the Red Dirt Rangers then Ragweed, Wade Bowen, Stoney LaRue, Jason Boland etc. started playing in Texas quit a bit then ultimately several of them moved down here the term which originated in OK long beforehand became the term used to distinguish these new bands from being thrown into the “Texas Music” pool. I mean after all Okies don’t want to be called Texan anything even if it is where most of their money was being made. Can’t say that I blame them either.
There is no distinction in the sound as far as “what does Red Dirt or Texas Music sound like as they both have the too country for rock and too rock for country, a little bit of folk, blues, bluegrass, roots sound. If you read Billboard Magazine from 1973 to about 79 while the Progressive Outlaw Country Scene was developing in Texas you will see the exact same description for Texas Music as the Red Dirt musicians are using to describe their sound. So it’s all good original roots music just born from different states.
Mr. Hubbard was doing an interview recently with a radio personality and was asked “How does it feel to be one of the founding fathers of the Red Dirt Scene”? He was speechless and rightly so. He was not one of the founders of the Red Dirt Scene, he was one of the founders of the Texas Music Scene. A week later he was approached at SXSW by a journalist from the Netherlands who was visiting Texas for the first time. The first question he was asked was “where is all the red dirt? I thought the ground was going to be all red dirt!”. Therein lies the problem in throwing terms around without knowing what the hell they even mean. The Okies started a movement of new bands moving to Texas and they have every right to be proud of the music and the scene they brought here. But make no mistake, Texans had their own music scene and unique sound as well so unless you Texans are willing to give up your musical heritage to the Red Dirt flag forever you might just want to pay attention and remain proud to call yourselves Texans and leave it at that.
I thought that could be a fun discussion for today’s blog, but I am not sure you vultures can behave. Can we try? I just always called it Red Dirt…hell, what do I know?
Two last things before I head out….
#1. I have to send out a SERIOUS Thank You to Mrs. Ren Sky for actually paying $150 bucks for my silent action item at the Wade Bowen Classic! I couldn’t believe it! $150 bucks goes to an awesome charity for a bucket of Dollar Tree junk, a Bump it, and a bottle of Tito’s Vodka! From what I heard the Concert/Golf Tourny made over $100,000 dollars! That’s great…and Mrs. Sky, you rock that Bump it and that ugly ass cross necklace! AND…I want you to put that Bedazzler to good use! Do me proud sister. (And don’t try to run DNA and fingerprint tests on things, I used gloves.)
#2. I got a disturbing email from Facebook. Apparently “someone” tried to access the Rita Ballou account from a 3rd party computer that they did not recognize. I had to go back in and change all the passwords, ect. Really guys? COME ON…I rarely use that Facebook account but that is just dumb. Why waste your time and energy? I am pretty sure it was only Brandon Jenkins’s trying to get my phone number to ask me out for coffee, but really…shame shame shame on you.
Enjoy your day!