Hey cowboys ! Sous la demande de Chuck Norris je publie la biographie de Alan Jackson, énorme chanteur de country music. Voilà sa biographie (source : Wikipédia.org) :
Alan Jackson est un chanteur de musique country américain né le 17 octobre 1958 à Newnan en Géorgie.
BiographieFils de Eugene "Gene" Jackson et Ruth Musick. Il est marié avec Denise le 15 décembre 1979, et ils ont trois enfants : Mattie Denise (née en 1990), Alexandra Jane (née en 1993), Dani Grace (née en 1997). Il vit à Nashville, au Tennessee.
CuriositésIl est apparu dans la série South Park (épisode 612). Il est caricaturé comme un chanteur profitant d'evenements importants pour écrire et chanter des musiques commerciales mauvaises qui parodie sa célèbre chanson (
Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning) sur les attentats du 11 septembre 2001.
DiscographieHere in the Real World (1990)
Don't Rock the Jukebox (1992)
A Lot About Livin' (And a Little 'Bout Love) (1993)
Honky Tonk Christmas (1993)
Who I Am (1994)
The Greatest Hits Collection (1995)
Everything I Love (1996)
High Mileage (1998)
Under the Influence (1999)
Super Hits (1999)
When Somebody Loves You (2000)
Drive (2002)
Let It Be Christmas (2002)
Greatest Hits Volume II (2003)
What I Do (2004)
Precious Memories (2006, gospel)
Alan Jackson au Pentagone le 9 septembre 2002.
Il y a chanté son hit Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning.Du grand artiste donc... Je voudrais aussi ajouter les paroles d'une de ses plus grandes chansons (au passages spéciale dédicace à Leraou ^^).
"It's Five O' Clock Somewhere"The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow,
An' so am I.
Work day passes like molasses in wintertime,
But it's July.
I'm gettin' paid by the hour, an' older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me over the limit.
I'd like to call him somethin',
I think I'll just call it a day.
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
Oh, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon,
An' half the night.
Tomorrow mornin', I know there'll be hell to pay,
Hey, but that's all right.
I ain't had a day off now in over a year.
Our Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here.
Hit the 'phones for me,
You can tell 'em I just sailed away.
An' pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab,
An' be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
What would Jimmy Buffet do?
Funny you should ask that because I'd say:
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
He don't care.
I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
What time zone am on? What country am I in?
It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere.
It's always on five in Margaritaville, come to think of it.
Yeah, I heard that.
You been there haven't you.
Yessir.
I seen your boat there.
I've been to Margaritaville a few times.
All right, that's good.
Stumbled all the way back.
OK. Just wanna make sure you can keep it between the navigational beacons.
Bring the booze, I tell you.
All right. Well, it's five o'clock. Let's go somewhere.
I'm ready, crank it up.
Let's get out of here.
I'm gone.
Let's get out of here.
source : azlyrics.com