Photo courtesy of 'Livestock Show & Rodeo'
Kid Rock is now ensconced as this generation's rap-soul-blues-rock-pimp for the next 40 years: Equal parts Rock N Roll Jesus, Bob Seger, Bocephus, and maybe all in that order. Whether he's attacking a pair of turntables with a glass of Jim Beam in one hand, cigar in the other, or mashing up the last 15 years of his musical career into one fireworks-laden, flame-throwing orgy, you can't help but feel somethingat a Kid Rock show. The level of big, dumb and loud is off the charts, and everyone has a smile on their mug.
If I can boil it down to one handy sound bite: It looks really fucking fun to be Kid Rock.
Kid Rock's second, and second consecutive, RodeoHouston appearance Wednesday night, probably cemented his annual status with the event. There would be no begrudging the man from returning each rodeo season, as long as he keeps up the live momentum he exhibited Wednesday.
And I am saying this as someone whose job by definition silently dictates that I should hate a Kid Rock show, but the man sells the bastard to the hilt to the point where I was clapping like a seal and giggling when his pyro finally went off about 45 minutes into the show.
Read the full review at HoustonPress.com.