Friday Night: Blake Shelton at Reliant Stadium
That said, let the one real compliment I pay Shelton in this review (or one and a half, anyway) be that he was at least self-aware enough to admit to Friday's crowd that when it comes to this song, he is standing on the shoulders of a giant. But even that admission somehow felt like some ass-backward pat on his own back. And of course Shelton's version lacked the sly twinkle of King George's, but did I really even need to type that half-sentence?
Shelton eventually closed out his set with another cover, "Footloose," which was OK in a Friday-night, who-gives-a-shit sort of way, the musical equivalent of the cotton candy being sold nearby. It was no reason to forget Kenny Loggins' original, that's for sure.
Meanwhile at SXSW, Loggins himself was performing with his new Americana band Blue Sky Riders -- including, to my great amusement, at Rachael Ray's annual day party -- and appearing on the panel "Indie at Any Age," still on his hustle at age 65. Such times we live in.
Personal Bias: Not only Shelton but his drummer, clad in a sleeveless Nudie-style Western shirt and necktie, really bothered me.
The Crowd: Full to the rafters of fans no doubt oblivious to all the Lil Wayne drama playing out on Twitter, which was a thousand times more entertaining than Shelton. Glad Weezy is okay, if perhaps only temporarily.
Overheard In the Crowd: "You wanna man up?" -- a young future CEO behind me after the show, discussing the possibility of doing shots with his buddies
Mutton Bustin' Report: I'm going to miss those damn sheep, especially when they hop into the air after bucking another hapless kid.