I am not delusional. I do not believe myself to be talented enough to give this record any sort of a proper review.
I’m not going to break down this album song by song. I’m not going to do a deep dive into Sturgill Simpson’s musical prowess. I’m not going to offer an academic study of his bluegrass ability.
What am I going to do here? I am going to tell you that I abso-fucking-lutely love this record. I will never forget the first time I heard it. I was driving the backroads of Tennessee into Kentucky, streaming this album on Spotify, and I immediately fell in love.
I slept on the Indie Exclusive green and yellow version, but I snagged one of the blue copies from Vinyl Me, Please.
Basically, Sturgill Simpson reimagined his catalog of songs as bluegrass songs. That’s it. That’s the story.
Sturgill himself is an incredible picker. And he has filled this record with musicians that are as good if not better than him. This is toe-tappin’ music. This is pickin’ and grinnin’ music. This is Friday-night-on-the-back-porch-smoking-and-drinking-out-in-the-country music.
A beautiful thing about Cuttin’ Grass Vol. 1 (The Butcher Shoppe Sessions) is that the bluegrass highlights Sturgill’s songwriting ability. Many lyrics stick out more as bluegrass songs. Some lyrics hit you harder. Some lyrics seem to carry more weight when they are performed as bluegrass.
If you are a Sturgill fan, I’m sure you have this album. If you don’t own it yet, what the hell are you waiting for?
Buy this damn record.
My favorite track: I Wonder