Some country music guy couldn’t survive a weekend in Oxford.
He must have pledged the wrong fraternity. I survived four years there, weekends and all and have the canceled checks from The Hoka to prove it.
Lol.
But as a guy who uses his voice to make money as a public address announcer, I understand if you can’t talk, you evidently can’t sing and that money goes bye bye and someone else fills the airtime.
Wasn’t there a George Strait movie with this same kinda premise and that coach from Friday Night Lights (TV show) took over his spot and lip synched to Milli Vanilli-type fame but George was the hero in the end?
Maybe that fellah can fix his reputation after stiffing so many folks who bought tickets and planned a weekend around his shenanigans.
Life is full of ups and downs and plenty of things that go sideways. The real story of why he missed night two may never be told or at least told completely. Life goes on. Que sera, sera as Doris Day once sang and I don’t remember her missing a concert or movie or TV show workday.
There are always those who answer the bell no matter what shape they are in. Farmers for one. I don’t remember my dad ever being sick but maybe once and then it wasn’t for very long.
There was that time he broke his hip when the bridge broke and he ended upside down in Bear Creek in September of 1981.
He was out of commission for several months recuperating in the hospital. I was in college at Moorhead at the time and I reckon John and Paul and my grandfather, Pop, just kept everything humming along as best they could till he came back.
Farmers work day and night, weekends and as much as many of ’em hate it, Sundays. Mother Nature doesn’t allow them to keep their plans and most folks would say
that’s why somebody invented and put an eraser on the end of pencils.
If you saw the Super Bowl a few years ago, Prince played in the rain and lip sync or not, the man performed.
All those folks at Woodstock got muddy and the bands played on.
Drugs may have had something to do with helping that.
They all seemed to find a way to get the job done.
Most because they have to, or bills won’t get paid and mouths won’t get fed. There’s a story Matthew McConaughey tells about when he called his daddy to tell him he was changing his education track from law school to being an actor. His daddy said, “Well, don’t half a** it.”
I took a short dive into that country singer’s career.
He was on The Voice, grew out his mullet because his dad had one. Somehow he made it this far. I have no clue what his music sounds like or if its good or bad. There’s no American Bandstand to rate him anymore.
Is there a lesson to be learned?
Know your limits, don’t book such huge events back-to-back and always have a lip sync track on hand and ready to rock.
It’ll work in the short-term but it won’t build a career.
Just ask Milli and Vanilli and that Buddy Jackson fellah who tried to be Dusty.
Just thank the farmers and the rest of the working people who deem a sick day as something to avoid like the plague, even if they have the plague and they live by the words of Matthew McConaughey’s dad.
