We couldn’t really afford to lose Merle Haggard. There just aren’t that many like him left. Country music has become an assembly line production of empty, shallow, factory-produced pretty faces. There’s no style or originality. There’s no personality. There’s no danger. And there’s no emotion left. Merle Haggard had all of those things in spades. He lived his music. That’s what made him so damn special.
I think it’s kind of fitting that Haggard died today, his birthday. He left this world the same day he entered it. Maybe that means his work was finished. I don’t know. I do know I hope he stops by the great bar of the afterlife and has a drink with my dad. I think they’d enjoy talking shit with each other.