Perhaps that explains his series of collaborations with famous-for-the-sake-of-being-famous pop (country, et al.) “singer” Jessica Simpson. Having previously worked with Simpson twice — first on a cover of “These Boots Are Made for Walking” for the Dukes of Hazzard OST, then appearing as Simpson’s “Pap Paw” in 2007’s homage to Working Girl, Blonde Ambition — Nelson’s goin’ for a Simp-phonic three-peat with an appearance on Simpson’s latest record, Happy Christmas.
Despite its bottomless treasure trove of redeemable qualities, ganja smoke can cloud your judgment and lead you into making some bad decisions. For example: I went to a Bon Jovi concert this year. I probably wouldn’t have done that had I been in a more lucid state. Willie knows this. So I can forgive him mistaking Jessica Simpson for a hallucination of Dolly Parton three times in a row. Or him just needing money to front a head stash, and justifying such ends by questionable means. Any student of Bill Hicks knows that, as a result of his sometimes questionable judgment, Nelson is an exception to the “artistic roll call” rule: If you whore yourself out to the “capitalist gang bang,” you’re off the artistic roll call.
So, with the insurmountability of Willie Nelson’s cred forever backed up by modern history’s most cutting curmudgeon, I ask you simply: What’s more embarrassing?
… or this?
… or this?
And this is simply genius: