Showing posts with label In Praise of Twang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In Praise of Twang. Show all posts
Saturday, October 12, 2013
On Location
So I'm just minding my bastard business one day recently when the above note appears on my door. I speak to a representative from Night Train Productions, and they're interested in using my old relatively undisturbed barn for a NASCAR ESPN Race for the Chase promo featuring country music artist Gretchen Wilson.
As Ms. Wilson has never appeared on Rock 'n' Roll Snob, I of course had never heard of her. But I'm informed that she's a grammy-winning singer whose most famous song is Redneck Woman.
10 million views.
So they filmed this past week. I expect all y'all to watch NASCAR and to whoop out when ya see ma barn.
Can't. Make. This. Shit. Up.
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Tuesday, September 07, 2010
The line forms on the right, dear
Watched the French prison film A Prophet recently, but this song was what really stuck with me, and the haunting voice of Jimmie Dale Gilmore.
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