TO MY HORIZON: Sure, I’ve belted out “Rhinestone Cowboy” and “Galveston” at many a karaoke night, but I’ve never before taken Glen Campbell to heart. Now the Country Music Hall of Famer is on a tour that comes to LVH on June 1-2 ($63-$74), and I’m wondering if I’ve undervalued him. You see, I had held Campbell’s music in lesser regard because other songwriters wrote his biggest hits. But what I’ve come to realize is that Campbell, like Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash, rewrote those songs through the act of singing them. He puts his life’s experience into every inflection, and as a result no one can evoke Campbell without trying to sound like him. Sadly, Campbell’s time at the microphone is done: He’s been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, and is retiring after this tour. Let’s send him off with the lights shining on him.
POULTRY GRIEVANCES: The jury’s still out on Chickenfoot. I have no beef with the band’s superstar lineup. Michael Anthony, Joe Satriani, Sammy Hagar and Chad Smith (replaced on tour by Kenny Aronoff) play brilliantly enough to earn the mountains of cash they earn every second of every day. But Chickenfoot’s recorded music just doesn’t grab me. Maybe it’s because I’ve heard stuff like it a thousand times before (rock radio has been around a long time, you know). Or, perhaps, it’s made to be played live, as it will be at The Joint on June 1 ($36-$71). I dunno. What I do know is that “Chickenfoot” is one of the worst band names ever conceived. Nice one, if you’re Napoleon Dynamite.
NOW ON SALE: Bloc Party (pictured) and Santigold play poolside at the Cosmopolitan on Aug. 11. Either one of these acts is worth $42 all by its lonesome, but together … they ought to put a roof on the pool, just so this night can tear it off.