Finished another sketchbook this morning. By my count this makes 80 sketchbooks at six drawings a day. Time—and sketches—fly when you're on a deadline. How many sketchbooks would I have finished if I hadn't set out on my 10,000 bad drawings quest way back in 2003?
Three, maybe four.
Here's a sample page from January 7, 2006 with the cryptic note "Accusations of Motion."
Anyway, I thought it was a fluke, or an exception (oh, that's SO Vegas!) until I attended another rodeo in Prescott and it was the same deal, all rock 'n' roll and not one single Country song. What the hell? How could this be?
Late to The Dance
I began to see a trend. I knew there was a time, not so long ago, when the Grand Ole Opry would not allow a drum set on the stage. In fact, a 1950s Opry audience booed Elvis off the stage and he allegedly cried all the way back to Memphis.
The point is that Country has always has been conservative by nature, but eventually, the people who love it and play it, show up late to the dance, but they still show up. Massive drum sets are a mainstream Country staple now (Buck Owens started it?) and Elvis music seems "light" even by Nashville standards (Eric Church does a Led Zeppelin homage in the middle of "How 'Bout You").
A promoter for the Prescott Rodeo was in my office about this time (2006) and I mentioned my shock at heavy metal music being the go to music at all the rodeos now. The old rodeo cowboy (he was my age, in his mid-sixties) ruefully acknowledged that it makes it more exciting for the audience, and, he called it "a necessary evil."
I said, "What's next, Hip Hop?"
He scoffed and said, "Over my dead body."
First came "Old Town Road," and now we get this:
Don't Touch My Truck
Get ready for Hip Hop Rodeo. It's coming like a freight train.
"Hey, Mama, look at me, I'm on my way to the Promise Land. . ."
—AC/DC "Highway to Hell"