SOTW: Shinedown – Simple Man

I do confess, when as I post this, I will become torn up inside. Torn up because the original Lynyrd Skynyrd southern-rock classic really is(!) my favourite of the two. It’s the opposite to the metaphor ‘you can’t polish a turd’.

I strongly believe that there is no such thing as perfect. And never will be. If we ever did find ‘perfect’, we would only ever be disappointed when from then on and, maybe, frustrated too. Because once we are there, that is the best that things will ever be, and there’s no going back.

But in the case of this song, it’s pretty much as close to perfect as you can get. For me, of course. And that’s actually rather comforting when I listen to it.

So I do feel guilty for posting a (very well done, as in a complete tribute that would make Jables and Rage Cage proud) cover.

But. His. Voice.

He nails it. Knocks outta the ball park there!

Not like your phony X Factor or The Voice [Insert your Country here, because seriously how many versions of this show are there and how many of those singers have you actually heard of wow whatta waste of time…believe it or not I hate writing long sentences?] kind of singer.

He’s got the gravel. He’s got the emotion. He’s got the devotion. It’s not like he’s trying to out do Ronnie Van Zant. The song obviously just means so much to him, he’s just poured his entire heart and soul into all of it by the end. Rock n’ roll.

Nod of approval, Brent Smith, now I’ma kick back an’ lissen. Rock roll.