Billy fucking Ray fucking Cyrus ladies and gentleman.
Call it a guilty pleasure song, call it whatever you want, “Achy Breaky Heart” will never not get me excited to drink fifteen Miller Lites on a hot summer day. This throwback 1994 performance, from an MDA telethon no less, is full-throttle, Billy Ray swagger on steroids, and if they didn’t raise $500 million dollars after this, I don’t know what else could’ve been done.
I mean, you got Billy in the old school “Achy Breaky” trucker hat, extra-long Muscle Beach-esque tank that’s falling off of him, left nipple hanging out, the Jordan high-tops, that glorious mullet hanging out the back and he’s on stage shaking his ass, running around like a madman.
I feel sorry for anybody that was going to get up on stage after that and just strum a guitar on a stool.
Bask in the glory.
