By: Brett Hickman |
Sunday March 05, 2006 |
Genrerock PublisherAtlantic Records External Links |
The cover for Kid Rock's first ever live album says it all. He begs people to
remember that other Detroit rocker, Bob Seger, and the flagship live recording
that Seger and his Silver Bullet Band made in the 70s, Live Bullet. A
tall order for Kid Rock to aspire to, but, by and large, he, along with one of
the best bands in rock n' roll right now, the Twisted Brown Trucker Band, pulls
it off on Live Trucker.
With Kid Rock you don't get any of the bullshit pretentious posturing that
infects so many of today's musicians (such as his co-star in a recently
unearthed amateur porn tape, Scott Stapp). Rock, nee Bob Ritchie, keeps it
simple and most importantly, fun. He likes rock n' roll, country and hip-hop.
ZZ Top (a quick shot of whom can be found on "Son Of Detroit," courtesy of
Jason Krause on guitar), Hank Williams Jr., Run DMC more specifically. Rock
likes to drink, fuck, rock and, most importantly, to have a good time. He
invests his live shows with every bit of energy he has within himself and makes
sure that those in attendance get each and every dollars worth of the admission
price.
What becomes evident when seeing and hearing Kid Rock perform live is his
abundance of energy, this spirit of fun loving, but most importantly, one of
the very few great entertainers to come out of that whole "rap-rock" scene of
the late 90s/early 00s. He may have hung out with all those other mooks, but
the sense that Rock was on a different path was always evident. His love and
embrace of country music and old-time soulful rock and roll showed his roots
went deeper than the buffoonery of say, Fred Durst's talentless ass. Ritchie's
voice is strong, and full of soul. He's a strong, sturdy presence in a field of
assclowns scared of their own shadow.
Rock has tenderness in him as well, as evident by his duet with Sheryl Crow
on "Picture" (here with country supernova Gretchen Wilson, who can't quite
match Crow's highs), one of the best songs about a love ruined by temptation on
the road of recent memory. And "Only God Knows Why" begins with just the singer
and a piano adding new lyrical passages to this wistful, beauty of a tune.
Live Trucker may contain a lot of shine and Barnum-esque revelry, indeed
Kid Rock likes to make a spectacle of himself, but the soul is still there. The
fun is palpable and the energy infectious. We've all seen our fair share of
lethargic indie-rockers, too bored or too cool to enjoy themselves onstage.
That scene has become old and tired, which is why Kid Rock's unabashed joy of
life, and of performance is so refreshing.
And while his rhythm stick may be white, he swings it high and mightily,
knocking the taste out of lowly suckas' mouths. "Cocky," indeed. The "Early
Mornin' Stoned Pimp's" hand is strong and he truly is one helluva "American Bad
Ass." Keep rockin' on, Kid Rock. God bless you for being true to yourself and
for making this shit fun. Without you, rock would indeed be dead.