Kid Rock
Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo
NRG Stadium
March 15, 2016

Kid Rockโ€™s lyrics are a virtual minefield for anyone charged with ensuring he keep it clean. Granted, few of his songs are truly G-rated, but thereโ€™s less outright profanity than you might think โ€” less than a few of Donald Trumpโ€™s recent campaign speeches, even. The proud son of the Motor City audibly changed a few lyrics on the fly Tuesday night, most notably substituting โ€œcoochieโ€ for an even more vulgar term during โ€œCowboy,โ€ to the delight of the 66,340 fans officially on hand. Rock himself seemed to draw great joy in playing the rodeo, now for the third time, and had no trouble sticking to his PG-13 set. For the most part.

Which is not to say he didnโ€™t shout out various adult beverages and a few other controlled substances at a steady clip. โ€œShroomsโ€ made it into โ€œWasting Time,โ€ although it was tough to tell if โ€œweedโ€ did. (Despite the rodeoโ€™s much-improved sound system, the cavernous stadium still swallows quite a few lyrics.) But although Beckโ€™s and Booneโ€™s Farm rated mentioning by name, among the many lines devoted to generic whiskey and malt-liquor, only Jim Beam actually made an appearance onstage. That was during the extended interlude after โ€œPicture,โ€ during which Rock did a shot and puffed on a blunt while scratching on a set of turntables as โ€œDJ Bobby Shazamโ€ before switching over to guitar to play a bit of ZZ Topโ€™s โ€œTush,โ€ and then over to drums on a pretty raw version of โ€œCat Scratch Fever.โ€

Rock is not a bad musician โ€” he can keep a beat, anyway โ€” but he is a much better entertainer. He definitely knows it, which must be why his hair kept getting that windblown look despite the lack of discernible air movement within the stadium. Lyrically, the word he changed most often was inserting โ€œTexasโ€ at every available opportunity, plus โ€œGalveston Bayโ€ at the top of โ€œAll Summer Long.โ€ Besides, by the time he started goofing around on the drums and such, he had obliged the crowd with his two biggest post-Devil Without a Cause hits, granting him license to do whatever the hell he wanted for a spell. If the audience didnโ€™t like it, one suspects he might say, they were free to go get another beer or start fiddling with their phones, or whatever the hell they wanted.

But he mostly kept in motion, making full use of the rodeo stageโ€™s long catwalk-like extensions, and fully enjoying the abundance of pyro during several tunes. At one point he even enlisted a couple of band members for a bit of godawful choreography Rock described as some โ€œJustin Bieber garbage.โ€ The spring-break crowd sang along with gusto all night, most of all to โ€œAll Summer Longโ€ and โ€œPicture,โ€ and especially the line โ€œI was off to drink you awayโ€ โ€” those folks must have had a lot of exes.

Behind him, Rockโ€™s Twisted Brown Trucker Band hit all their marks, pivoting from the Eagles-meets-Journey opener โ€œFirst Kissโ€ to the slick Southern soul of Skynyrd/Zevon flip โ€œAll Summer Long,โ€ doubling back to the down-home B-boy hick-hop of โ€œWasting Time,โ€ and then the AC/DC-Motown hybrid that was “Rock N’ Roll Jesus” later on. The lights-out blond backup singer (introduced as Stacy P., I believe) and the tenor sax player nearly walked away with โ€œPicture,โ€ the latter giving it a little extra Silver Bullet feel. A couple of songs felt a little pedestrian, like the new โ€œJohnny Cashโ€ โ€” which oddly lacked the hunger-driven edge of its namesake, even for a love song โ€” but at their best, which was most of the time, the TBTs cruised along like the Fleetwood mentioned in โ€œWasting Time,โ€ as yet another fine piece of Motor City machinery. Never was this more on display than on โ€œOnly God Knows Why,โ€ which built up to a genuinely moving crescendo as Rock sang from the very bottom of his work boots. Bob Seger, Iggy Pop and Smokey Robinson would have all been proud.

One final minor aside: Rock has been oddly silent about political matters during our current election season, and indeed kept mum Tuesday. However, the penultimate song, โ€œBorn Free,โ€ opened with an extended video that might as well have been a campaign commercial. In it, he praised Kentucky bourbon, Milwaukee steel and his smiling, tattooed fans who are free to love whomever they choose, from sea to shining sea. It was fairly obvious Kid Rock doesnโ€™t think we need to make America great again. He seems to be pretty pleased with the way this country has turned out โ€” a number in which heโ€™s more than happy to put himself at the front of the line.

Hell, Iโ€™d vote for him.

SET LIST
First Kiss*
All Summer Long*
Wasting Time
Johnny Cash
Cowboy*
Picture
Interlude: “DJ Bobby Shazam”/Tush/Cat Scratch Fever
Rock N’ Roll Jesus
Only God Knows Why
Born Free
Bawitdaba*

* โ€” accompanied by a shit-ton of pyro that made the floor of NRG look like the Deer Park skyline at night

Chris Gray is the former Music Editor for the Houston Press.