Country Music’s Future Has A Name And It’s Megan Moroney
Fifty years ago, influential rock critic, Jon Landau attended a concert at The Harvard Theater in Cambridge, Massachusetts. In his review the next day he wrote the following that has become perhaps the most famous critique in music history. “I saw my rock and roll past flash before my eyes. I saw something else: I saw rock and roll’s future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.”
I modified this when seeing a young Eric Church, weeks after his second album, “Carolina,” was released. He took the stage at Coyote Joe’s and was a combination rock star, televangelist, cult leader, and charismatic politician. The two thousand+ people in attendance that night had an experience unlike any I’d ever witnessed at country concert. The following Monday in this blog space I proclaimed Church to be the future of country music. In so many ways, I was not wrong.
So, this Monday, heed my words. On Saturday night, I was mesmerized by the future of country music from the female perspective-and maybe country music in general. And her name is Megan Moroney.
Those that came to hear the seemingly ubiquitous “Tennessee Orange,” had about a 75-minute wait through a blistering set that left all in attendance breathless. As Megan led her band of sleeveless, male-hunk musicians (and make no mistake about it, this lady is in complete charge up there) into her second song (and current single) “I’m Not Pretty,” she welcomed a packed-to-the-rafters Coyote Joe’s to her “Lucky Tour” (Lucky is the title of her latest album). I thought, “Where have I heard this before?” Immediately the vision of Taylor Swift welcoming her audience to the Eras Tour came to mind.
If you’re a female entertainer in music, you could pick worse to mimic, right? And this was not to be the only homage to Time Magazine’s Person of the Year. Throughout the show, Moroney saluted the beyond enthusiastic audience with her hands together in the shape of a heart (noted Swift move/symbol). Also, a Swift cover, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” is in her set.
Perhaps though, the ultimate nod to Swift came in the form of something that could not be copied. The connection between Moroney and her fans is more than palpable. She and her audience are emotionally invested in each other. Moroney is captivatingly engaging, and Coyote Joe’s hung on to her every word (sung or spoken). Speaking of words, in almost 20 years of attending shows at Coyote Joe’s, I’ve NEVER heard every word to every song being screamed back at female artist on The Country 1037 Superstage. In fact, outside of Swift, I’ve never seen that-EVER. And by the time Megan Moroney made her exit near midnight, all of us privileged to have been there were left begging for more as our collective carriages were about to revert to pumpkin status.
Towards the end of her performance, Megan sang a song that poses the question which will break down first, her “Mustang or me.” Place your bets on the Ford. Megan Moroney is a country music thoroughbred the likes of which is rarely seen. She’s a musical Secretariat in a pink dress with a Gibson guitar and talent to burn. And we’ve not seen anything yet.