“I can’t wait for this administration to completely disappear,” he says solemnly. Needless to say, he doesn’t like what he sees. Mancunian by birth but American by choice (this August marks the 40th anniversary of his citizenship), he bolsters what he learns from the news with his own extensive reading and research. Every day, it’s a different madness.” Nash’s steely blue eyes, ordinarily vessels of affability and good will, flicker with a “don’t f- with me” intensity over the mere mention of the commander-in-chief. People say, ‘Have you written a song about Trump yet?’ But it’s so difficult on so many levels. “I vacillate between being in love and being totally pissed off,” he admits. When played through, two distinct sides of Nash begin to emerge: the blissful romantic behind “Our House” and the sensual “Lady of the Island,” and the outraged dissident who penned politically charged anthems like “Military Madness,” “Chicago” and “Immigration Man.” The dichotomy is not lost on him. I’m this poor kid from the north of England, and here we are after 76 years of life.” Of course, Nash made some legends of his own first as a member of the Hollies, one of the biggest groups of the British Beat-era, and later in various permutations of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - the ever-evolving supergroup that gave hope and harmony to the Age of Aquarius and beyond.
He got vocal tips from the Everly Brothers as a teen, bested the primitive Beatles (Johnny & the Moondogs, technically) in a late ‘50s talent contest, and watched Little Richard chew out his flamboyant new guitarist named Jimi Hendrix. It’s been a ridiculous life.” It’s understandable that the singer, songwriter, activist, archivist, author, father, photographer, digital printing pioneer and very concerned citizen hasn’t had much of a chance to reflect - he’s been a little busy - but a brief highlight list reads like a rock ‘n’ roll history primer. I read the first manuscript, got through it all, then I looked down and went, ‘Holy s-, I wish I was him!’ Because, having not looked back, it looked ridiculous. “I realized what an incredible life I’ve had. Morgan Wallen - He Went To Jared (feat.Graham Nash had just finished his autobiography, 2013’s Wild Tales, when a thought occurred to him - one that seems obvious to anyone familiar with his story.Morgan Wallen - Whatcha Think Of Country Now.Morgan Wallen - Whatcha Know 'Bout That.Morgan Wallen - This Side Of a Dust Cloud.Morgan Wallen - Scared To Live Without You.Morgan Wallen - Rednecks, Red Letters, Red Dirt.Morgan Wallen - Wonderin' Bout The Wind.Morgan Wallen - Only Thing That's Gone (feat.Morgan Wallen - Thought You Should Know.Morgan Wallen - Bandaid On a Bullet Hole.
I don't always wake up in the mornin' Pour myself a strong one Ah, but when I get lonely I do Your memory gets to burnin' Lean back on the bourbon Sure as hell can't keep leanin' on you Looks like I'm learnin' the hard way again It's all my fault, yeah, I dropped the ball You're gone, and I'm gone three sheets to the wind Thinkin' bout all I've wasted on you All of this time and all of this money All of these sorry's I don't owe you, honey All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew, all them days I spent wasted on you Wasted on you Yeah, I swore this one'd be different My heart wouldn't listen To my head in these boots on my feet Looks like I'm learnin' the hard way again That's why I've been Wasted on you All of this time and all of this money All of these sorry's I don't owe you, honey All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew, all them days I spent wasted on you Wasted on you Like this pile of your stuff that's packed up in the back Right down to the flame of this match Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you All of this time and all of this money All of these sorry's I don't owe you, honey All of these miles on this Chevy and prayers in a pew, all them days I spent wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you Wasted on you
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