June 26, 2005

My Give A Damn's Busted

What does a really terrific song need? Why, if it's Jo Dee Messina's, it also calls for a skanky video where she not only pretends to know how to play a guitar, but also makes tons of gratuitous guitar face -- in between twirling for no reason, showing her abs and behind at every angle, and acting like a kick-boxer!


Money shot

Good song though. I'd cross an alligator-infested swamp for a cool chunk of Dobro.

UPDATE:
Joy! Here's a link to just the audio.

Posted by floridacracker at June 26, 2005 09:35 PM

   



Comments

Hi again. Enjoyed the tune...so, you want a cool chunk of dobro? Check here, and scroll down to Let Nature Sing! Actually, all the tunes are good... short takes, but good. Vintage Richard 'Dickey' Betts. And he was just a young buck back then.

Hope you and yours have a great week and an excellent 4th of July!

Keep on keeping on.

oej

Posted by: oej at June 26, 2005 10:39 PM

Well, at least the ABB never got on stage with leather pants stuffed with socks. They were just ugly musicians and didn't care who knew it.
This Nashville marketing is beyond the pale and Jo Dee's no ingenue.
Do you know she has TWELVE different guitarists on this latest album? What the hell's that all about?

Thanks to the link to the old Highway Call album. It's a classic.

Posted by: Donnah at June 26, 2005 10:49 PM

The young gal doesn't do a thing for me, musically, or any other way. LOL Back in my days, one had to have talent...today, you need a gimmick. No thanks. I prefer talent.

And yes, Betts was hittin the note back then, for sure. In my humble opinion, the ABB is still the greatest band, musicians, talent, that I've had the pleasure to know and hear. As the late, great Lewis Grizzard would say, even God would have a Southern accent.

oej

Posted by: oej at June 26, 2005 10:56 PM

As a man, I can appreciate the skank factor to some degree. She, um, looks like she needs to work the skank factor pretty hard, too. Which she did.

I also now understand where the phenomenon of baby-doll nightie tops is coming from. It's CMT, right? I noticed this on Bourbon St. last month. Super-hot on the right gal, but mostly super-skank. As in, "Hon, that's the last look you should be trying out."

Are the 12 guitarists 12 famous guitarist, or just 12 guys, each of which could stand to work with her for one song only? heh heh

I tell ya, those Nashville producer dudes run session guys in and out like they do cold-cut plates. The session guys mean about as much to them, too. Hell, the main artist doesn't mean anything to them...it's moving units, man.

I did like the tune, though.

Posted by: Scott Chaffin at June 27, 2005 09:01 AM

Yeah, I hunted until I finally found a place that listed the credits, then I counted guitarists. 12.
I've never seen such a thing.

Posted by: Donnah at June 27, 2005 09:11 AM

BWAHAHAHA!
Jo Dee Messina-Producer
What-freakin'-ever, lady!

And she gave the HAIR STYLIST an album credit. Pure effin' Trashville...

PS I'm still giggling about "leather pants stuffed with socks." I can see Gregg doing that during his Cher period, and then hating himself for it afterwards.

Posted by: Scott Chaffin at June 27, 2005 10:42 AM

What? You think it takes training, knowledge, skill, and art to be a good producer? Au contraire, it's just like coordinating your wallpaper and home furnishings.

Poor Gregg. Out of all the sorry, lowdown crap he pulled in his 20-something years as an addict, it's the Cher episode that he seems to regret the most. Tee!

Posted by: Donnah at June 27, 2005 12:37 PM