I’ve seen Bob a few times in the last year, and I hope I’m half that cool when I’m 60. His band rocks, he keeps bringing new life to his songs, and his voice…no, it ain’t pretty, but I think Bob’s songs lose a lot when someone else sings them. He has more emotion in one nasal groan than in the entire N’Sync ouvre.
One that has to go in this category, though, as bad as it hurts to say it, is Ralph Stanley. He’s the Yoda of bluegrass and all, but his performing days should be left behind him.
He’s about 176 years old, but he doesn’t look a day over 150. His voice is still haunting, especially on a capella tracks like “O Death” (from the “O Brother Where Art Thou” soundtrack). That, however, is where the quality ends.
When I saw him a year or so ago, the show was run less by Ralph than by his son, Ralph Jr. Ralph Jr. has the look, sound, and talent of a frontman for a middle-tier pool hall house band. Where he really, shines, though, is songwriting–I do believe he is the worst songwriter in the history of song. Ralph Sr. spent about five minutes introducing one of Jr’s songs (Ralph Sr. tends to ramble; I kept expecting him to point out that he had been wearing an onion on his belt, which was the style at the time) and said it was the best song he had ever heard, and we just had to hear it. Then Jr. played it, and I was stunned. It was, if anything, the worst song I have ever heard. I can’t even remember anything about it, probably because I have since scrubbed my brain with a steel brush to get rid of any trace of it.
A seemingly eternal break in the music featured a 30-year-old comedy bit featuring Ralph’s morbidly obese fiddle player doing Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson impersonations, with Ralph as straight man. It made you beg for more of Ralph Jr and the sadly mediocre remains of the Clinch Mountain Boys.
(The sad part is that this was a double bill with the Del McCoury Band, who blew Ralph and crew off the stage. I was working at this show, and I’m sure I’ve told the story of meeting and being stiffed by Ralph. I won’t repeat it here, since this is too long anyway.)
I read a review of a more recent show just last week, and it said that fully half the show was led by Ralph Jr., with Ralph Sr. not even on the stage. During the time when he was on stage, Ralph never once picked up a banjo.
There comes a time when one might be best off to rest on one’s laurels, coming out of retirement for the occasional guest vocal appearance on someone else’s album. That time is now, Ralph.
Dr. J