brain-droppings: Ryan Bingham and the Oscar

Well, 'round here we knew Ryan Bingham was gonna be a big star since first seeing him and the Dead Horses at Pinala's in Lubbock, when me and my Tejas honey was like...who's that man floatin' in a sea of plastic country poseurs? Then again on Austin City Limits they were smoking. But we didn't imagine that in six months, he would go from a decent house at the boozy Mercury Lounge in NYC to the Academy Awards, and taking an Oscar for song of the year for the theme from Crazy Heart--I mean, shiiiiiiiiiiit! I guess if T-Bone Burnett gets a hold of you, things happen fast.

Maybe Bingham can put Oscar in his bathroom over the toilet so guests can see he remains humble and true to his honky-tonk, rodeo-riding vision of things. Them hard times is over except for the internal ones. Congratulations to you and to the Big Lebowski. Here's to real music and honest expression, god damn it!

  
p.s. Dead Horses guitarist Corby Shaub is a mighty fine player we'll feature soon. 

p.s.s.  I guess George Clooney was pissed because the only Ryan Bingham that got an Oscar was the real one.