Tim McGraw is to country what Rosie O’Donnell is to supermodels. How anyone can stomach this sugar-coated pop fluff without getting diabetes is beyond me. Tim is not an artist. Why you say? An artist creates, Tim creates nothing. He has never written a song, can barely manage a G-chord on a guitar, and makes his way through a set by whining like an effeminate girlly-boy. Whoever classified him as country needs a lobotomy. His music should be placed in the same bin as Backstreet Boys and N’Sync pop.

Yes my friends, Tim McGraw is a mediocre pop artist. There is nothing country about him. He has his image for the sheep who will dish out money to listen to his whiny little one key voice. He has the talent of a stump, but at least a stump has a purpose. Tim certainly does not.

So the American dream is realized once again. With the help of a corporate producer and marketing director, a man who should only be talking into a microphone to say “Would you like to Supersize that?”, is now a highly paid entertainer for a bunch of fat women with broken dreams living in trailer park homes and idiotic men who take these women to his show in the hopes of getting some.
Rating: 1 / 5

Tim McGraw can’t sing, let’s start with that. Toneless and unemotional, his success is a complete mystery to me.

Then there are the songs…”Angry All The Time” is a woman’s song, obviously. The story is, it was meant for Faith, but she was pregnant and wouldn’t be able to tour and promote the song, so Tim cut it. Great rationale, huh?

“The Cowboy In Me”….does he have something against cowboys? Those are insulting lyrics, I hope he knows.

Essentially, I think Tim McGraw lacks both native talent and basic judgment. Of his numerous megahits, I can count on three fingers the ones I actually enjoy. This does not square, proportionally, with his success. There must be some powerful corporate mechanics at work giving him the career he has somehow obtained.

If I could give a share of his success to more deserving performers, I would choose Collin Raye and John Michael Montgomery, both of whom have all the goods.
Rating: 1 / 5

This is what is wrong with music today in America. An embarrassing ode to jelly-spined non-manhood climbs the charts and vaults a pre-fabricated “country star” up into the top of the charts. Tim McGraw, the spoiled rich kid, was manufactured by Nashville as a “country star”, and a “hunk” besides. And so the masses, spoon-fed all the hype, lap it up like starving kittens. Meanwhile, Tim McGraw and the 100 or so other “country stars” exactly like him (take your pick) laugh all the way to the bank. Really talented people like BR549, Dale Watson, Billy Joe Shaver, Steve Earle, and Merle Haggard are considered either “non-commercial” or “alternative”, which simply means it’s all about the money. Gone are the days when an artist, such as Buck Owens, would work and generate a buzz and then land a recording contract and then after constant gigging make it onto the Opry and then through determination acheive stardom. Now, a “hunk” is anointed as the next big thing, given a hat, made-up to look like a “country star”, set-up with some sure fire customized songs churned out of a song-mill, and then promoted on every radio station across the U.S.A. Then guess what? The masses lap it up. Millions roll in and then the process repeats. Over and over… So go ahead and buy it. You’ll love it. Because it’s been custom made to be perfect. Hours of focus group studies, and surveys found out just which songs to include. Tim McGraw (and his vapid tear-jerker “Grown Men Don’t Cry”) is a glaring textbook example of this corporate swindle.
Rating: 1 / 5

Tim McGraw has about as much to do with country music as do the Jonas Brothers. Viva NashVegas!