Toby Keith is a Hall of Fame songwriter. He’s one of the most accomplished musical entertainers of his era, continuing to fill venues on his current tour. He’s also well-respected as a business man. Sadly, he’s not quite as accomplished with a golf club in his hand. In fact, he’s happy to say he’s a “Shitty Golfer,” as he does on the latest release from The Bus Songs.
Available now as an instant gratification download with pre-order of the 12-song collection, “Shitty Golfer” doesn’t beat around the bush … unless that’s where the ball happened to land:
I’m a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife
I’ve been out there hackin’ every day of my life
I got all the shorts and all the plaid sweaters
That new TaylorMade driver didn’t make me any better
“Shitty Golfer” is a perfect representation of everything The Bus Songs is about. While Toby Keith has created some of the most played music ever heard, he’s also written more than a few songs that simply aren’t destined for airplay. A dozen of those tunes – mostly written after hours on a tour bus – are collected on the album, set for a September 8 release.
Titles include “Runnin’ Block,” “Hell No,” “Call A Marine,” “The Critic” and the already released “Wacky Tobaccy,” whose accompanying music video features Willie Nelson and has quickly become a surprise runaway viral hit, amassing more than 9 million views since its posting. From adult humor to hilarious over-imbibing, the album’s songs fill in the gaps in Keith’s prodigious catalog with the cuts and live recordings too good to hold back. And “Shitty Golfer” does anything but hold back, even at the author’s expense.
Keith Bradford will be counting down the latest AirplayExpress Gospel Top 20 from Nashville Tennessee in the regular slot at the Nashville Broadcast Network next week. To tune in right now click the NBRN banner to the left. Keith Bradford counts down the latest AirplayExpress FatherDayTop 10 in line with AirplayExpress efforts to promote the Artists on featured on AirplayExpress.
Keith Bradford says it is his distinct pleasure and honor to host the Airplay Express Top 20 Gospel radio show. Scheduled for 11am this morning, NBRN.FM looks forward to the very first broadcast with anticipation of a large audience.
This brand new Top20 chart features only the most playlisted songs compiled from the current week AirplayExpress playlists and from playlists sent in by Disc Jockey’s worldwide to AirplayExpress.
The Gospel show will be available every week at AirplayExpress’s RadioWorld for download by Radio Stations for airing on their radio stations and worldwide networks.
We are happy to announce that the following radio stations worldwide have confirmed that they will run the Gospel Top20 this week, Nashville Broadcasting Radio Network NBRN.FM, Nashville USA, Musical Venture Radio Panama, DownSouth Country South Africa, Radio Wellenflug Germany, Country Barnyard 305 USA, Country Tunes Radio-KWWQ-DB Texarkana Texas/Arizona, ICR International Connection Radio New Zealand and WHIR Wildhorse Internet Radio
If you download the Top10 for airplay please let us know so we can pass the information onto the artists who would love to know and support you too. For if you do we will all be really happy too.
Our overalls stained with sweat and then caked in fine red dust kicked up from hundreds of leather boots
We were a sorry sight, a brown mass of sweat and dust. Our overalls stained with sweat and then caked in fine red dust kicked up from hundreds of leather boots. The dust was in our nostrils, in our ears and made little streaks down our cheeks from clinging to our sweat, and tears. We looked a sorry sight, like Long Tom had dropped one from Umbulwana in the main road and we were picking up the pieces. It was summer but the ground was dry and thirsty. I hadn’t yet seen rain in Ladysmith.
We stood in line waiting for orders. Someone wispered “why did we get such a revving out here today, I thought we were here to learn how to shoot?” Someone else piped up “cause you need to learn how to shoot when your heart is pounding in your ears and your hands are shaking.” It never made sense to me at the time but looking back, that’s exactly what they were teaching us. War was not like in the old paintings, it was sweaty, dirty and it hurt like hell.
We were separated into sections and sent on our way. We were given instructions by a Sergeant with a big moustache perched on top of the ammo truck. As he spoke, he played with the tip, curling it in his fingers. I remember thinking that if he stretched it any further, he would look like Salvador Dali with a bush hat. This made me chuckle to myself.
By now it was late afternoon and the shadows were getting long. The clouds were still on the horizon but had bulked up to a grey mass of cotton wool. The air was cooler and the stress of the day had been somewhat relieved by the mere fact that there was no rank to be seen. We had two final objectives to achieve before we could rest our weary bodies. First we had to set up a TB, dig loopgrawe and set up for the night. Then we had to get supper ready, mine was a no. 5 rat pack. Poor Roos next to me drew the tinned fish and was desperately trying to convince everyone else that it was better than beans and sausage or chilli concarne. He ended up going hungry, poor sod.
It was at about the same time that our lutenant made an impromptu inspection of our accommodation. He was a chilled two pip, a guy that was there to teach you something, a guy you could respect. He sat with us as we drank coffee out of our firebuckets and smoked Styvesandt Red. He told us stories of the Cut Line, Oom Willie’s se pad and his first contact while out on patrol. He told us that a terr could hear your sleeping bag zip up from two clicks away and that you never share a match while lighting your smoke otherwise the sniper will get you. We were all ears. By this time the sun had gone down. It was dark but the moon was up and there was a brushstroke of silver on the rocks around us. Far off in the distance, the flicker of lightning. Before he left he had one last story to tell…
Part 3 to follow….Next Sunday