On the evening we were there four songwriters — Jamie Teachnor, Kerry Kurt Phillips, Kevin Denney and Tim Johnson — performed in the round surrounded by more than a hundred appreciative listeners. Performed is not the right word. These were songwriters, not performers, but they sang well enough, I thought, to make their own recordings. Apparently it takes more than a good voice and great songs to make it in Nashville. It takes pizzazz. And I don’t mean Nudie suits and rhinestone dresses. It takes whatever Keith Urban’s got, and I don’t mean Nicole Kidman. We were most impressed with Jamie Teachnor, from Fagus, Missouri, an unincorporated area on the Arkansas border, who doesn’t look old enough to drink, but writes and sings like someone who’s lived several lives, none of them happy.
AFTER THE SHOW we spoke to Tim Johnson, an Oregonian of all things. He was over by the bar, not surprisingly, giving hugs to Kerry Kurt Phillips. My girlfriend wanted some free songwriting advice. Johnson asked where we were from. “St. Louis?” he cried. “What are you doing in St. Louis? You’ve got to move to Nashville!” Sure, and once you move to Nashville, you have to move to Austin or New York. There’s always somewhere more happening.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?