Workman Chronicles
By Morris Workman
"Beautiful Music"
Published in Mesquedia
August 1, 2005
We’ve been condemned to mediocrity by our zeal for perfection.
That’s my official ruling on music, particularly country music.
First the disclaimer.
Once upon a time, I was a small-time
country singer working the club circuit, first in northeastern
I was a decent singer, but my Achilles heel was actually a size-48 waistline.
If you closed your eyes and listened, I could be your dream guy.
Open your eyes, and even through the Budweiser-filtered smoke-filled haze, I would be your nightmare.
But once upon a time, the way you looked didn’t matter.
Go back and revisit some of the biggest country and even rock stars of the sixties and seventies.
Ever see a picture of Janis Joplin?
Sorry, that was one ugly female.
But man, she could sing!
Merle Haggard, one of the biggest names in country music, was never a very pretty man.
Rumor has it that NASA refused to use his face in ads for the Apollo program because it had more craters than the moon.
(Okay, I just made that rumor up, but you have to admit it’s funny, and pretty close to true.)
And Loretta Lynn, who I still love from afar to this day, put the “home” in homely.
But all of these stars rose above their appearances because while they weren’t beautiful physically, they were beautiful vocally.
Fast forward to the 21st century, a musical landscape where evil record companies look at the face first, and the music second.
If you are a size two with perfect
skin and noticeable boobs, you have a place in
It doesn’t matter if you can sing, that’s what studio engineers are for (who are usually the ugly ducklings who had the talent but not the looks to be on the other side of the studio glass).
The same applies to male stars.
Think about it.
The last ugly singer to make it big was Garth Brooks, and I’ve been told by some women that even he has some puppy-dog cuteness that gets him by.
Today’s country music lineup is filled by women like Shania Twain and Faith Hill (who, while actually being a truly talented singer, still owes a sizeable portion of her fame to her sizeably portioned “hills”).
The only “fly” in the ointment of my position is a real former barfly, Gretchen Wilson.
She’s like the antidote to an overdose of Erika Jo and Deanna Carter.
But the fact remains, lesser talent is making it onto the music scene simply because pretty faces equate to more airtime on CMT.
The trend isn’t quite as prevalent
in pop and hip-hop music, where a cool name like
“Li’l Kim” is the poster child for this hypothesis, since she has absolutely zero musical talent, but consistently makes the top ten because she has nice boobs and isn’t afraid to show ‘em.
To anyone.
To everyone.
At any time.
Today’s truth is that singers who would score no better than a seven at a local talent show are signing million dollar contracts because they score a perfect ten on the beauty-meter.
When it comes to Miss
But when it comes to the sounds coming
out of my radio speaker, I’d rather hear an ugly woman like Patsy Cline
crooning about a life of struggle than a synthesized beauty like Miranda
Lambert singing about heartache she’s never known.
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