Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Merle Haggard

The Kennedy Center Honors show last night and Hank Steuve was less impressed:

But even with the tribute superstars Oprah Winfrey and Paul McCartney, this year's show feels too superficial. There is nothing wrong with that really, except for the sense of duty, the Kennedy Center Honors in some way makes so little interest to a larger world. Considering the slow transmission, no one seemed to be a little happier to be there, such as gratitude and joy minimal under the mandate of the Kennedy Center is required.



Winfrey, who is also revered at this point in the table of honor suggested, not Sir Paul, the president, a woman with glasses and other winners of the first mode. Winfrey reached behind his seat to her partner Stedman Graham get his hands like Jennifer Hudson launches into a beautiful song from "The Color Purple, Winfrey-produced musical. McCartneys success seem very satisfied with his musical montage, the end of the series, and No Doubt, Steven Tyler and others mangle a large sample of his solo work and the Beatles satisfied.



The highlights, as always, come with a little less stellar honors - that a more humane way - honored. Herman is the lush, nearly Assembly, the Bill T. Jones dance tribute is of course the hardest part and assembly, Merle Haggard is in a way that best represents disturb the true spirit of the awards. Unfortunately, the large central part is also the place where viewers can navigate is probably gone.

Chris Richards Kennedy Center honored profiles Merle Haggard:


At 73 years, two years after leaving the lung surgery and two months after a lung infection that you have to Merle Haggard to recover at home on his ranch idyllic 189 acres near the Shasta National Forest, California.



Instead, it is parked outside a casino in the Gulf Coast and asked to break, why the battery keeps on his tour bus.



"That's not funny," said Haggard, that described the life of these nomads of the beleaguered country legend as "a bus journey of 35 years."



In 2010, the ride is over in 49 years, and Haggard did not know how to get out. "He has his claws into me from all directions," he said, a fisherman's cap, the thinning strands of silver and white covers.

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