You can’t escape it, and you can’t turn it down. Everywhere it’s just so loud, so much, so many different things all pushing buttons, being sensational, shouting for attention. Your phone, your car, on the streets, on TV. It seemed like everywhere I turn, everywhere I go, there is so much stuff coming at you. Sometimes you know you’ve got something so timely, so right then, you have to grab it. Kenny tells this really inspired story of how the song came about… The problem here is that the song takes itself too seriously, and it’s built from the same stupid formula Kenny Chesney has used before. And is it better than Bro-Country or some island ballad? I guess it is, but only as the lesser of evils. It’s not a good one either, and it’s certainly not country. Now he wants credit for stimulating a great awakening from the nightmare he helped create. The problem is, it was Kenny Chesney and folks like him that bred an entire generation of mind-numbed consumer-driven robots to begin with. It might have saved Kenny’s career, but it also sent him down this path where now he thinks his inane music can save the world. This fanciful notion of Kenny Chesney as social activist all started back in 2014 with his record The Big Revival, or actually back in 2013 when Kenny Chesney had a trend-chasing Bro-Country record all rip raring ready to go, and shitcanned it because he saw the writing on the wall and where everything was headed. That’s the Kenny Chesney we’ve known and bemoaned for 20 years now. He needs to be on a damn beach somewhere with his stupid puka shell necklace and sand in his ass crack, contracting melanoma with a Corona in his hand.
Listen, I don’t need Kenny freaking Chesney preaching to me about the ills of modern society and the trappings of technology.
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