A  good friend sent me a YouTube link of  Kid Rock’s recently released single —“Don’t Tell me How to Live”—advising me turn up the volume to the max and be prepared to have my world Kid Rocked!

My ears and soul are still ringing.

“Don’t Tell Me How to Live” is a hillbilly elegy deserving of a Nobel Peace Prize.  Like Nobel himself,  Kid Rock’s lyrical nitroglycerin alone ought to be enough to shock and awe the “no joke” woke to open their minds to the necessity for respecting dissent. The Kid provides a battle cry so powerful and promising that it ought to make listeners recommit to skepticism.  This is Kid Dynamite!

Kid Rock is a particular flavor—by design not made for everyone.

Kid Rock is a particular flavor—by design not made for everyone.  It’s a mix of rap, country-rock and a Kid with a hot mic in front of a mouth from Detroit. Like all the best, Kid Rock is a self-conscience artist.  He knows his place in the world because he forced himself—and his art—into it.   In a  must-watch “On the Record” interview with Fuse,  Kid Rock explains that his music and the muse behind it goes where it is “celebrated; not tolerated.” 

This single will certainly widen Kid Rock’s celebrated  circle.  Outside of “Monster Truck”—a voice and ax for that American spine of a line,  “Ain’t no one going to tell me how to live”— there is kernel of truth so big in this song, that every red-blooded America needs to turn up the volume and listen to this made-in-Detroit devil with a cause and clue:

Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see?

That every kid got a motherfucking trophy

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Don’t Tell Me How To Live (feat. Monster Truck) – Single Kid Rock

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But yo homie, here’s the situation

A nation of pussies is our next generation

And these minions and their agendas

Every opinion has a millennial offended

But this amendment one, it rings true

And if you don’t dissent, bitch, then see number two

Ain’t nothing new, right church, wrong pew

Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views

Can all get the bottom of my motherfucking shoe

I’m the last of a few still screaming fuck you.

 (Full lyrics can be found here.) 

My fellow Americans, let’s put our money where Kid Rock’s mouth is and buy this single, fill his venues. Let’s make him rich (or richer) — and America Great Again. 

Kid, I will see you in Texas on January 15th.