Wednesday, August 16, 2006
| cowboy's lament |
Under the delightful title of "Did Rick Rubin Turn Johnny Cash Into a Cheesy Goth?", Slate's Jody Rosen lays a critical palm all over Cash's American Recordings series. Killing is her business, and business is good.
Just like seemingly no one gave a shit about commercial hip-hop-as-art as recently as four years ago, the universal esteem accorded the Man in Black is a fairly new phenomenon. It just took the equivalent of five Kidz Bop! albums and a creepy-ass video, no? The only Cash album I listen to these days is Gospel Glory. It's not amazing.
|
Posted by Brad
on
Wednesday, August 16, 2006 at 4:38 PM | Permalink
|
|
|
|
|
Funnily enough, I was just listening to the first of the Kidz Bop! albums at work. My non-country loving ass enjoys them, but they do work better as isolated songs ("Thirteen", "I See A Darkness", etc) than full albums.
Posted by
Ian |
8/17/2006 8:59 AM
I'm being a little harsh, in the spirit of the original piece. I'm actually partial to his version of "Bridge Over Troubled Water," which probably sounds pretty mawkish.
Posted by
Brad |
8/17/2006 3:31 PM
You could make one really good album out of the first four and maybe a smidgen of that gospel one. However, no one can redeem fucking "Danny Boy." NO ONE!
Posted by
Mallory |
8/17/2006 4:41 PM