By In Joe Vault, Music, RIP

Vault: The King of Pop

As part of the new blog, I’m going to start putting up some old posts that have disappeared from the Internet … you’ll be able to find these in the new “Joe Vault” section. This was written on June 25, 2009, the day after Michael Jackson died.

The thing I understood about Elvis when I was young was that he was famous. Crazy famous. The kind of famous that only a handful of people have ever been — Elvis, Muhammad Ali, Jack Kennedy, Will Rogers, Babe Ruth, the Beatles, that kind of iconic famous. I knew, of course, what Elvis did — King of Rock and Roll and all that — but by the time I knew him he was a cartoon character, a fat sweat-hog who wore capes and sequins and collars you could parasail with, an overgrown leftover from the 1950s who was so buzzed on drugs or jelly doughnuts that he hardly seemed real.


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By In Family, Music


A few years ago, I asked friends to send me a list of the greatest country songs ever recorded. Country music constituted a huge void in my musical library — and really it was embarrassing. I should know SOMETHING about it. The only country songs I can remember hearing as a young man were:


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By In Music, RIP


From NBC SportsWorld

Dearly beloved,

We are gathered here today

to get through

this thing called life.

His Kingdom

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By In Music

The Dolphins Make Me Cry

A few weeks ago, I spent several days on the road with Darius Rucker and his band. It was a blast, but I have to tell you about one part that was kind of funny. You probably know that band members sleep on moving busses. So I slept on the bus too. They gave me this little bunk that is basically the size of a dresser drawer. I’ve never slept on a train or on in a bus bunk before — it was interesting.

But here was the funny part. The first night, I kept having the same dream. I was in our house sleeping in our bed with Margo when suddenly the bed started shaking. The girls rushed in to our bedroom and shouted “Earthquake!” And so we jumped out of bed, gathered our stuff, got the dog, and raced out to the front of the yard while the ground shook around us. I’m not actually sure if this is the proper procedure for an earthquake, but that’s what we did.

And just as we got outside I would wake up and see I was on a rumbling bus and think, “Well, yeah, of course that would be the dream I would have.”

Then I would fall back asleep … and have the exact same dream. It happened like five times.

Getting to know Darius and the guys in the band and the one-of-a-kind tour manager Mike Kelly was fantastic. But I will say the whole bus-sleeping thing did end any craving I’d ever had to be in a band.

So I Sing at NBC SportsWorld

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