How the social network makes stars and then destroys them: it’s not new. Old-school Hollywood, the payolas, the folks that tracked the gossip and used a typewriter, had Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons, and Walter Winchell, devious slayers of careers long before the internet.
Jelly Roll, the once-marginal, talented criminal with the facial tattoos and the sordid background, became the “let’s accept the weirdo into country music” darling of the year because he claims to have accepted Jesus and become a Christian, also losing over 300 pounds in the process. The influencers and social media slobbered all over him and his reality-show-looking wife, Bunny Foo-Foo; despite her looks, she is a very nice woman and deserved non of what the scumbag did to her. They were the new royalty of Nashville, in a weird new-age, screwed-up Nashville sort of way. Hank didn’t do it this way: Chet Atkins and Roy Acuff are begging Jesus to send them back down to Nashville for one more day to fix this mess.
I’ve nothing against overweight folks; some just can’t help it. Genetic, symbolic, antagonistic, impulsive — who knows: some of the best Christian folks I know are overweight and have hearts to match their faith. The Roll ain’t one of them, no more.
I think face tats are over the top unless you’re a gang member in Mexico and want to be a badd-ass. A very talented country singer from Texas, Post Malone has face tats, can sing his butt off, is a good musician, and is a follower of Jesus. Jelly is all pompous-assed blubbering and bought into the Hollywood woke scene to further his career, something our angel Dolly Parton refused to do, and she did better than any of them as far as fortunes and philanthropic goals go. Maybe Ella Langley will come close to her. Hide and watch.
There is a song out there on Spotify and Amazon Music titled ” We Need A Little Mercy Now,” by another Texan from Houston, Mary Gaither, an avowed lesbian and a Christian, a recovering addict, and you name it, that says, ” Some people will do anything to keep their crown.” Well, dear hearts, Jelly Roll just made her song another hit. God help this world we live in. God Bless Texas and the Alamo.
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I’m only familiar with the name Jelly Roll. I haven’t heard any of his music. As far as I’m concerned, forget Jelly Roll. I’ll roll with Lady Marmalade.
Tell it like it is, Friend! I done lost count of the ‘stars’ I no longer wish to see in a movie or hear on ‘the radio’ (Spotify, in my case). Well-written hornblower Phil!
Most of the movies these days are bad, and the so-called stars are on my no-see list, so we are picky. This guy just blew up his entire career because he listened to the producers, or he was like that from the start. Who knows?
Hubs and I aren’t Jelly Roll fans either Phil. As far as we’re concerned, his foray into country music indicates that another murder was committed down on Music Row.
Terry, you seem to me to be a fan of the old country as well as the old style folk music, Lightfoot, Donovan, Mitchell, Collins, Prine, all those cats. This new country, most, but not all is awful. Ella Langley may save Nashville, but she has to fill Dolly’s shoes, and she had tiny baby feet’s a gigantic talent. Let’s hope and hide and watch.
Old country, old style folk, and 50’s R&R with a bit of late 60’s/early 70’s Rock tossed in. I could be a trivia champion if that music made up the categories. I geek right out on that stuff and know every lyric. Most times I can ID the song and the artist before the first bar is complete.
I’m exactly the same way, so are my son and both grandsons.
I wonder if Jelly Roll’s tats are all scrunched together now since he’s lost so much weight. 🙂
I would imagine they are and look awful. What a fake that guy turned out to be.