i just saw Hootie & his New Blowfish, or whatever darrius rucker calls his band on Jimmy Kimmel. I was surfing past but paused because i knew the song, and the voice but not together.
it made me want to be physically ill.
I can listen to old hootie & the blowfish with a certain sort of nostalgia, but this was far from ok in my mind. Everything was lacking authenticity and credibility (big shocker, eh?).
I can't get any vids to load on youtube tonight, so i cannot find a version that I will vouch for as being a safe video to post on here, but I am used to Old Crow Medicine Show doing the song "Wagon Wheel"
Wiki has a good account of the original and the more commercial (Rucker) version:
Wagon Wheel (song) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
it made me almost angry, disappointed, and a little sick feeling to discover that this song got Hootie-ized.
I want to disappear into the hollers and listen to music that goes well with mason jars, played by men who have struggled with more than just getting the favor of the A&R guys and negotiating recording contracts. I want to enjoy poor simple food in the company of poor simple people. I want to stick my hands in the dirt and bring out dinner. I feel like tradition has lost its place in the world, and want to get back to the roots that I know.
I wonder if there's a quality Old Tyme (as in string band, or less purely bluegrass) version of, "I'm Coming Back to the Heart of Worship" out there some where.
If I should ever suffer the loss of my children (May the Lord God forbid it ever!), I won't want to be found. But if find me you must, then try Appalachia. That's somewhere I wouldn't mind falling off the grid.