Mom and dad,
I reviewed an acoustic country showcase a few weeks ago, featuring American Idol alum Bucky Covington and fellow up-and-comers Justin Moore and Chris Young. Sorry it’s taken me so long to post – I was too busy forgetting mom’s birthday.
Young was very impressive, with a strong voice, compelling songs and an excellent lead guitarist in tow; Moore was fearless and flag-waving, showcasing some great pipes and one tune that bordered on hate-mongering; Covington was a pathetic joke.
The other two guys exemplified what’s great about the country music mystique – hard-working, salt-of-the-earth dudes with sensitive sides the size of Wyoming. Especially in this context, Bucky’s pop ballads just sounded silly; the final version of my review describes his hit “I’ll Walk” as “saccharine,” but my original draft described it as a “saccharine turd,” which is closer to the mark.