January 21, 2011
Country-rock singer Shooter Jennings (son of Waylon and Jessi Colter) and Ohio writer Adam Sheets, whom I know through the No Depression website, have come up with a fun little idea that has a lot of people talking — at least in the weirder edges of the online musical communities that I’m part of.
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Jennings and Sheets have created what they call a new “genre” for singers and bands whose music falls between the cracks of existing genres. “XXX” is what they call it. It comes from the labels seen on bottles of moonshine — at least, in cartoons. Triple X also a clever jab at the Triple A (Adult Album Alternative) radio format, which has been responsible for deadening spirits across the land for decades.
On his “Give Me My XXX” website, Jennings lambastes modern rock and modern country radio programming. He and Sheets want to create a haven for many of the artists they — and I, and hopefully many of you — love. Sheets recently wrote in his No Depression blog that Jennings had gotten in touch with him because he had decided “the hard-working people of America deserve better than Taylor Swift during their morning commute.”
So who are these “XXX” artists?
Those listed on the website include Hank Williams III, Southern Culture on the Skids, Rev. Peyton’s Big Damn Band, and Rev. Horton Heat.
Several acts I named on my 2010 Top 10 album list are there: Nick Curran & The Lowlifes, Legendary Shack Shakers, Drive-By Truckers, and Ray Wylie Hubbard. And most of the others probably ought to be there.
According to the Saving Country Music website, a handful of artists, besides Jennings, have endorsed the concept. These include Mojo Nixon, Scott H. Biram, Rhett Miller (of the Old 97s), Jason Isbell (former Drive-By Trucker), John Carter Cash (son of Johnny and June), and Riki Rachtman — yes, the former host of MTV’s Headbanger’s Ball.
It’s impossible to not get behind something that promotes so many musicians I like. Even so, I’ve got some quibbles. One is a semantic nitpick. It doesn’t seem that Jennings and Sheets are creating a new genre here.
As one of the participants at a recent “roundtable” podcast at Saving Country Music pointed out, T-Model Ford is still "blues," and Wayne Hancock is still "country." Nobody’s going to stop identifying them as such.
One guy at the roundtable, recalling the “grunge” genre, pointed out that Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Soundgarden were all categorized as grunge but really didn’t sound much alike. I’d point out that one thing they all had in common was that none of them used the word "grunge" to describe themselves.
Maybe XXX could become a new radio “format.” But that’s pretty iffy, because it would be tough getting commercial radio stations to go along. Station owners tend to be conservative, and this economy isn’t conducive to experimental programming. Sorry to be so pessimistic, but the hardworking people of this land are probably doomed to endure Taylor Swift and the like — if indeed they choose to subject themselves to commercial radio.
The pioneer days of "Americana": I remember the birth of the “Americana” radio format in the ’90s. At first it seemed exciting that a radio station would focus on the music of Merle Haggard, Gram Parsons, Butch Hancock, Dave Alvin, and The Waco Brothers.
But the format never really caught on in the commercial radio world.
Some folks at a panel discussion I attended at the SXSW festival in Austin in the mid-’90s worried that the “Americana” genre might become diluted by including folk singers, singer-songwriters, and others who have little to do with actual country music. In retrospect, that turned out to be the case.
And unfortunately, Americana has evolved into what I call “responsible adult music.” If I get a promo CD of a little-known singer who says, “I play Americana,” nine out of 10 times, I’m in for some lame-ass shit.
As Sheets wrote for the No Depression site, today’s Americana is “being made by and for middle-class liberals ... the rough edges are being sanded down to make it easier for the politically correct NPR listeners to swallow. This is about embracing those rough edges, bringing country and Southern rock back to its original intended audience who don’t want to hear polished roots music anymore than they want to hear polished Nashville pop.”
Where do we take it from here? So what’s going to be accomplished with XXX? Already there’s talk of some kind of XXX festival, probably in Nashville, this summer.
And even if it doesn’t catch on as a genre or radio format, if it encourages music journalists to discover and promote lesser-known gutbucket shouters and encourages independent DJs and podcasters to mix up wild and primitive music in interesting ways, then give me my XXX.
* Check out the XXX YouTube channel..
