Another one of Sturgill’s songs that rested sweetly on my ear this morning.
I’m sorry, but I’m just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while, I’ll make you fall for me
I promise, I promise you I will
The music this man writes has abandoned the standing caricature of country music fans and subject matter, writing instead toward modern grief and joy in all their possibility. Country music of a certain, prior vintage so frequently seemed to conceal a fatalistic, self-administered defeat. Not Sturgill Simpson, y’all. He’s less ‘out in left field’ than somewhere up ahead, making the old ring true when struck by the new.