Do you like country musicians with strong opinions on the war? Ladies & Gentlemen, Mr. Charlie Daniels!

This rant (Note, Mr. Daniels: the word is "RANT" not "RANK", dumbass.) actually literally is making me nauseas; I hope one day I'll be able to look back on these sort of sentiments and laugh.

Bless his redneck heart, Charlie Daniels is a terribly poor writer and a dupe, to boot. No wonder all of America sees him a washed-up has-been. Why would I care what someone in Godforsaken "Baxley, Georgia" thought about ANYTHING I did? I'm sure Sean Penn's laughing himself silly over his presumed influence on Saddam Hussein! "That's the first time in I don't know HOW long", Sean's chortling, "I've had any influence on ANYTHING!". Then he'll lift his finger and the life of an unborn baby will, no doubt, be saved. Charlie, for his part, unable to decide what movie to see next (he can't find one without a dove's name on the marquee), will roll over and go back to work trying to make Ted Nugent pregnant (they haven't got it down to a science, yet, but that won't stop them from trying). "OK, but make it quick", says Ted, "my wife will be back from the hunt soon".

Or, anyone who acts independently, esp. in politics.

A Natick word meaning "captain."

He's for all the American virtues, except the essential ones of acting independently according to your beliefs. Yep, it's the New South all right.

But let’s not dwell on the negatives, let’s talk about the positives. Boys and girls are still falling in love, babies still giggle, old men still impart their wisdom, the rain still falls, the wind still blows and the Mississippi River still rolls on to the Atlantic Ocean (? to the Gulf of Mexico, Charlie?)

Birds still sing, fish still bite, puppies still cuddle and there’s absolutely nothing like a new full moon shining down on a field of new fallen snow. The seasons still change, brooks still babble and fluffy clouds still keep drifting across the sky on their journey to who knows where.

Horses still whinny, calves still frolic, green grass still peeps out every spring and that old sun just keeps on smiling down on us. Footballs still fly through the air every fall, skiers still come down the mountains in the winter, and what would spring and summer be without baseball.

uneasy rider <3 <3 <3

this song vs randy newman - rednecks

this is the best shit ever

its getting sunny again after tornado shit... bbq weather

im gonna throw a party where i just play guitar pickin country & atlantic star type 80s jams

and ant banks

3th4n your vision is beautiful

i'm imagining something midway between a softball beer bash and a roller disco

central line - walking into sunshine

Didn't quite expect this.

What, that an old fart like Charlie Daniels tweets?

Ba dum bum. More like his comment!

I know a guy who works for him and he apparently likes to just openly watch porn on his tourbus. Okay, gotta go.

this is one of the all time best covers:

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I know a guy who works for him and he apparently likes to just openly watch porn on his tourbus. Okay, gotta go.

― Everything You Like Sucks, Thursday, 28 February 2013 22:48 (42 seconds ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

^^^ I like the cut of this guy's jib

oh come on

well, it's saddle tramp by the charlie daniels band

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is charlie daniels not aware that the earth is already in space

Stop in at a truck stop and tell an overworked, long distance truck driver that you don’t think Saddam Hussein is doing anything wrong.

I'll do that very thing tonight.

because we should go to war based on what that truck driver thinks

I would imagine that the overworked, long distance trucker would have a much more myopic worldview.

charlie daniels responded to me on twitter once. i asked him if he had any memories of the dylan "new morning" sessions and he said "it was a great experience. it was also "sent from his ipad" which really disappointed me for some reason, that charlie daniels had an ipad.

he drives his truck with it

Stop in at a truck stop and tell an overworked, long distance truck driver that you don’t think Saddam Hussein is doing anything wrong.

he's been quiet for the last few years tbf to the lad

He responded to me on twitter once. I accused something he said was a "true story" of being like a Biblical parable, and he said "Nope, it's totally a true story." Love that guy.

this happened:

http://www.allmusic.com/album/off-the-grid-doin-it-dylan-mw0002618965

sounds kind of interesting actually

yeah kinda interested in hearing that

I scanned through it finding very little of reward. Sure, his affinity for the tracks shines through, and the musicianship is certainly up to snuff; it just don't do it for me.

BTW. Heretofore I was blissfully unaware (however exceedingly suspicious) of Mr. Daniels politics. Can anybody help me un-know these things?

Charlie Daniels died this morning after suffering a stroke.

https://www.tennessean.com/story/entertainment/music/2020/07/06/charlie-daniels-country-music-dies/5384087002/

He was 83.

Charlies fixin to stroke!
― girl scout heroin (iamamonkey), Wednesday, March 19, 2003 12:41 PM (seventeen years ago) bookmarkflaglink

Took awhile, that.

In addition to working well with both Dylan and Leonard Cohen, he did a fine job producing Elephant Mountain by the Youngbloods. His appearance on King of The Hill was also fantastic.

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rip

there's some things in this world you just can't explain

His debut album starts kinda mellow, even maybe an imitation or influence of that xpost Youngbloods album he'd produced---but then it speeds up, and he's got that characteristic---nervous energy, aside from the drive especially required of a support band journeyman to establish his own sonic persona---think it might be what eventually drove him to Star-Spangled Talk Radio Heaven, with Ted Nugent and Kid Rock, killing time and then some, tho CD and Toby Keith did continue to make good music to some extent, for a while--anyway, this the Charlie portion of "Sharp-Blessed Men," written for the Voice re an early 00s country tribute to ZZ Top, *and* a slew of recent Daniels releases:

Speaking of fiddles, and guitars for that matter, why isn't Charlie Daniels
on this thing? There's a very metal-fistic "Sharp Dressed Man" on his '98
Tailgate Party, and the Charlie Daniels Band certainly helped unroll the Interstate
of pop-rock-country crossover. The CDB hitched a surefooted, rollcalling
(own-namedropping) "The South's Gonna Do It Again" (do what? "It"? Mercy!) to the
otherwise often unwieldy new Southern Rock bandwagon. "South's" stitched a
"Symphony Sid" jitterbop riff through Allmanesque flow, showing even Les Brers
how to get real concisely gone for a change!
But Chazz doesn't just run up a musical flag or lay out a picnic blanket
(although that pre-ZZ beard's a sparkling white napkin, across his
crimson-cowboy-shirted belly). No, the good licks speak in many tongues, especially to each
other. His latest, Redneck Fiddlin' Man, is a bit off its feed, fave rave "My
Baby Plays Me Just Like a Fiddle" notwithstanding. Yet even Redneck's
thinned-out dancefloors do sometimes get prowled by cinch-gutted riffs (shades of his
ol' Volunteer Jam/talk-radio buddy Ted Nugent), and coiled/"laidback" ones too.
The latter bring to mind '75's supposedly glazed "Long Haired Country Boy,"
talkin' blues, cash, and other trash (he's still with us, on the well-named
Live Record: Now he'll "tell a joke," not "take a toke," but one's as dry as
t'other).
On The Ultimate Charlie Daniels Band comp, whole flotillas of crap, like
"Simple Man" and "What This World Needs Is a Few More Rednecks," get an answering
salvo from the angry world-populism of "American Farmer," the multikulti
mini-saga of "Talk to Me, Fiddle," a brief-lived fiddle-and-mandolincarnation of
the ever elusive (Persian-fairy-tale-named) "Layla," and the "multi-colored
junkyard" expanses of "Honky Tonk Avenue." Which leads to a "Funky Junky," for
more crass sand in your pearl, Merle.
Not bad but certainly nationwide, Charlie's got all this stuff he has to
carry around. Stuff he sees from the stage (as in "All the world's a . . . "),
while insatiably touring. Maybe that's what he really kneejerks (and sometimes
headbangs) against. Also on Ultimate is "Trudy," in which a sweet, green
gambling table detours into an avalanche of details. After which the narrator's
attention span is equally split between the distant Trudy and a certain missing
high roller. Our boy can't sort this out, but he done, son. So the music rocks on
through his cell block, and into the jigsaw skies.
Meanwhile, Rev. Dylan's old sideman/student Bro. Charlie just keeps
rebuilding some jigsaw soapbox, planing and playing over all its creaks and leaks.
Sometimes the spirit finds its own level, even so. Like on 1999's Road Dogs, where
rapneck-grabbing powerchord purgatory finally exhales "The Martyr." This
song brings the legend of Cassie Bernall, who supposedly said "Yes" when asked "Are you a Christian?" and
was then killed at Columbine---a story since refuted by survivors, which could have made for the most horrendous (or mere) musical
kitsch. Instead, he imagines her last moments, quietly reminding me of a "mushroom
cloud" we were shown in school (actually more like a rose, in that case). A
rose in this case slightly dampened by proximity to "Wild Wild Young Men," his
first whiny scolding ever.
But not his last. Tighter than Ultimate, early 2002's Live Record's
band-as-fiddle dynamics ultimately clunk into the (studio) rant "This Ain't No Rag,
It's a Flag" ("and we don't wear it on our heads." Actually, We do; check your
current audience, CD). Less snarlin' than gnarlin', "Rag" gets drowned out by
"The Last Fallen Hero" 's solitary drum on Redneck Fiddlin' Man (parade's end,
but no rest). "Amen," sez the fiddler, sawing a blues out of "The Star Spangled
Banner." And, on How Sweet the Sound's (2001) Elvis-brushed hymnbook, Charlie
tends to send us way up yonder in a minor key. And that's alright now, Mama.
It's the gospel truth.

He actually spun that "Ain't No Rag" song into a whole book.

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Jeez. Much later---from Nashville Scene ballot comments on 2016 releases---this may have been his last release that wasn't a straight-up or theme-jiggered reissue or Christmas album etc:

Charlie Daniels, Night Hawk: the title character, that quiet fella over there, lost his wife and babies in a sagebrush fire, so best not mess with him, This here set is at home on the emotional and musical range, so we also get a cowgrass "Big Balls In Cowtown" and Western Swing "Stay All Night"---riding econo, and sounds like he might be playing all the instruments (no drums, that I've noticed yet, anyway---plus a couple of re-done co-writes, "Billy The Kid" and "Running With The Crowd", plainspoken, but more cautionary than preachy, as he keeps a sharp eye on the party (the latter song could be taken as something about runaway populism, as well as reg'lar Saturday nights getting carried away, turning into shoot-outs and necktie parties----I wonder; he's managed to stay out of any political news that I've seen this year, unlike his sometime talk radio colleague, Ted Nugent).
My favorite is "The Goodnight Loving Trail", a real place, main route of many a cattle drive, and name of course ready for implicit irony in this campfire waltz, at first tweaking the beard of the "old woman"---somebody who can't work the range no more, so he's the cook--but the narrator then admits "someday I'll be wearin' the apron too," cos what else can he do? No place else to go, as the desert wind dries him out, first preserves and then scatters his increasing flakiness---I'm paraphrasing, but not by much---also helps that CD's voice is as dry as the wind; no tears. (This is by Utah [Bruce] Phillips, AKA "U. Utah Figment", as referenced by the elusive UP's sometime duet partner, Rosalie Sorrels.)
Also "Ghost Riders In The Sky" and "The Old Chisholm Trail" give us more of the cinematic side, while a somewhut self-mocking serenade of a leetle cowboy fan makes for a slightly sly finale, mixing sentiment and sediment (he knows he's old and his themes are too, duh).

benghazi ain't going away

I had never heard Devil Went Down To Georgia til I moved here, at home waiting for my work permit watching VH1 I Love The 70’s marathons (basically I was like Johnny 5 from Short Circuit ingesting pop culture)

Anyway they covered “Devil Went Down To Georgia” in one of the episodes & i went on youtube & watched all the different performances of it & Mr Veg got home from work like “Oh fuck now what” HAY HAVE YOU HEARD THIS SONG ISNT IT GREAT

Anyway i still love it. RIP

he was tweeting about benghazi until the day before he died. he truly did stick to his guns