I freely admit, when Kid Rock came along in the early '00s, I thought his music was good. I like innovative music. Mr. Rock brought country music to hip-hop and tossed hard rock into the salad, and the mix was good.
Even when his image came into sharper focus, and what seemed to be a scruffy street kid was revealed to be the son of a major auto dealer from Michigan, he still seemed cool for a while, but as the years went by, he turned into an unbearably hostile man, shouting more invective than lyrics.
He sings of lusting after young girls, he spews homophobia, and he generally acts like a maladjusted idiot.
All across the world, people seem to be so starved for entertainment that, if the real entertainers are not available due to old age, infirmity, or incarceration, imitators take the stage and hobble their way through impersonations of people most people already forgot.
It reminds me of The Simpsons episode in which Krusty opens a third-rate camp and, instead of serving gruel to the kids, he doles out Krusty BrandⓇ Imitation Gruel.
So, naturally, there's a Kid Rock tribute performer.
If you’re interested in having this performer work his magic at your saloon, I'm sure he's available any night but May 16.
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