A few years ago, Tyler Halverson had a near-breakthrough hit with his track “Mac Miller,” a song more spoken than sung about the too-soon-departed hip-hop star and how Halverson felt about him. It was a modest song, and a discreet one, a mumbled ode to a kind of masculinity, arguing in favor of a wide and expansive country aesthetic. When he sings about the cowboy killer in the first verse of the song, there is some ambivalence there: Is it the cowboy doing the killing or the cowboy being killed? And, is it an actual cowboy or the larger myth of the West?
The West here is a distinct category from back when country used to be C&W, before the W for western was dropped. Halverson knows more about that W than most other twentysomethings. He grew up in a small town in South Dakota, surrounded by farmland and ranchland. Basically anything that could be done with cattle in the Dakotas, Halverson or his family have likely done. There might be some dissonance here, that ode to Mac Miller perhaps at expense to these country bona fides, but his parents loved listening to music as much as they loved working with cattle. He tells stories about driving around in a truck with his folks playing rock, rap, and country in their truck and making sure that he saw live shows in all those genres.
Music and rodeo are two kinds of performance, two ways of big action, and both boast big audiences – but songs about rodeo are often about the idea of the West. There are songs about small towns by people who haven’t lived in small towns for decades, or whose ideas of small towns are more about commuter suburbs an hour from Atlanta.
The small town is reflected in a kind of fascist excess lately and the rodeo has been stripped of any of its working class parts. What’s left is a kind of stadium tour. If local and small rodeos abstract the actual tasks of ranch hands (roping, tying, cutting cattle, breaking broncos), the overtaking of the Professional Bull Riders Tour made spectacle of that abstraction. Halverson has noted that middle ground between the rodeo and the cattle lots – and has also noted where the music business overlaps with these concerns, though he has not reached PBR or stadium tour levels himself. Yet.
Listening to Halverson’s many songs about the rodeo on his brand new album, In Defense of Drinking (released February 13, 2026 via CmdShft), they are another kind of cowboy killer. One of the best things about his song about Mac Miller was how artful it was displaying the boredom of driving around a small town, the anomie of a blank Saturday night, of being on the aux cord flipping through songs, trying to find something to listen to, trying to find something to do.
So, when Halverson returns to the cowboy killer idea in “Fort Worth Losing,” a song about heartbreak in the stockyards that slices through the myth of the West with a surgical precision, the song bucks, guitars roaring. Then, almost instead of a chorus, a guitar break arrives sounding like an outtake of “Ghost Riders of the Sky.” The mix of failure, heartbreak, heartland rock, and cowboy songs adds to the great tradition of Texas-shaped heartbreak. (It’s less goofy than George Strait’s “All My Exes” and more serious than Mark Chesnutt’s “Going Through the Big D,” but you could two-step to all three.)
“Forth Worth Losing” is one of three rodeo songs on the album; there is a reprise of “Beer Garden Baby,” this time with Parker McCollum – a rollicking and tender song which reminds a potential hookup of the differences between those who ride and those who play music for those riders. The musicians get paid, never out of the money. For all of its joviality, there is an undercurrent of playful cruelty. The musician asks the barrel racer, “Who’s going to pay for your Coors tonight, honey?” They still have tonight – to drink, to smoke dope, to fuck, to play music, and play at being a cowgirl or a cowboy.
The carpe diem nature of these dual performances is made even clearer with “Eight Second Ride,” a tense ballad which notes that “the time between is a long comedown.” Describing the comedown, about “rodeo queens, go around dreams,” and then eventually noting that the lack of money and the melancholy of that comedown doesn’t matter as much as the “eight second high.” His point punctuated with a squall of harmonica.
If “Beer Garden Baby” is a gender-reversed argument about the intersections of musicians and riders, the idea is made deeper and sadder on the heartbreaking “Like the Rodeo,” where Halverson asks, “Could she ever love me, like the rodeo?” He’s telling the listener that the musician and the rider have the same kind of itinerant circuit, one which might never develop into any kind of permanence. Though, on the next song, he makes the suggestion that wanting “cows and cowboy babies” might result in that Dakota grassland. That the cattle of the rodeo might lead to the cattle of the range, in a personal song made more poignant when realising this might be what his parents have done.
These rodeo songs have a kind of modesty, a small softness, that could be considered sober. And though at least one of them is about drinking, the soberness of the sound could also mark a move away from the partying done by the rowdy boys who sing about the events which Halverson sings.
In the ballad “In Defense of Drinking,” which rests on a double entendre that would make ‘70s countrypolitan singers proud, the narrator’s lover leaves him because he’s an asshole who drinks. It’s not the booze’s fault, but the fault of the person who drinks. The soberness continues on the last song of the album, “Son, Brother, Believer.” He sells the cliché from the first line, “I know these hands are made for praying,” but there is a lovely line about rolling joints with the Book of James. The song is about not wanting to disappoint his mother and not wanting to go to Hell, but there is a weariness and a sadness about the realization. Like how his rodeo songs strip away the large-scale spectacle for the one-on-one intimacy of after the show; this Jesus song is about giving up everything for the Lord. The number is threaded by a poignant, almost weeping harmonica, correcting the raucous instrumentation of “Eight Second Ride.”
The modesty of the record, especially the ballads, marks the conversation I had with Halverson for Good Country, a back-and-forth where the silences are as telling as the insights – and where Halverson is only willing to speak for himself. If In Defense of Drinking kills that cowboy, it’s one where the cowboy can’t speak for anyone but their own experience, and also one which foregrounds the eight second ride, the dance after, and the smoke at the back of the chutes.
I know that you have talked about listening to the radio in your parents’ truck and how that can help explain the eclecticism of your work, but I am wondering also about where you first heard Mac Miller. Does his work still influence this album?
Tyler Halverson: Me and my parents were like big concert junkies. They were going to everything… and were kind of just around music a lot. And then we would show cattle all over the country and that’d be at kind of fairs and festivals and stuff like that. So there would always be concerts going on there as well. I feel like it was just [that] we’re kind of always around it.
What was it like working with Wade Forster – you’ve mentioned that touring the rodeo and touring music are similar, can you talk a little bit about that? I love how smart the rodeo songs are on this album, and how careful they are in their metaphors. I know you rode for a while, how directly does the riding undergird the writing?
I mean, I think the rodeo and the music hustle is kind of the same thing, just in the sense of you’re not making no money sitting still. You got to keep going to the next one. Kind of the fun part of it, too, is that it’s like singing, starting out. You’re playing every shithole bar that you can find that lets you sing for four hours for a couple hundred bucks. It’s the same thing for rodeo in some small town that’s not paying out, too. Well, it’s the same kind of progression and build up, I think. I think just being around that – like my dad’s side was all horses and rodeo. My mom’s was all cattle and farming – the whole thing on both sides of that. It’s just a whole big gamble. If you’re gonna ride, you don’t know if that show is going to sell out, or if anyone’s gonna come. I think it’s all that.
There are two drinking songs on this album or perhaps anti-drinking songs [“In Defense of Drinking” and “Son, Brother, Believer”], but they are also in some ways about sobriety. Do you think there is a reconsideration of what drinking means in country right now or do the songs function as a kind of reconsideration?
Yeah, I mean, I think I can’t really speak for anybody else, and what’s going on right now, but I think for myself, you know, when you’re playing, we’ve played 115, 120 shows the last couple years, and you can get a little carried away [with] the party… every damn night.
And then that trickles right back home to me, so I think it was just a little like, I don’t know, sober enough, and a little realization. But it’s not all one big party, you know. Take care of yourself a little bit when you’re off the road.
Marissa Moss and Natalie Weiner of Don’t Rock the Inbox have talked about you as connecting to a revived Texas scene, and I know that you spent a year there, not in Nashville. How was that time? Do you consider yourself part of that scene, and also how was the Bob Wills festival?
Yeah, it was like a year or two. [It] was good for me to kind of reset and, I mean, at the time, we put “Beer Garden Baby.” That was kind of going off in Texas. So it was nice. It was a good timing for that, to be there, to play … I think I was just a little upset and fighting with Nashville at the time. I think Texas was great for just kind of reassuring me that we’re … doing it all right and we’re on the right track. It was a good little pressure, breath, fresh air, I think.
That town [Turkey, Texas] itself was just like 300 people. The dogs that get dropped off at the Allsup’s gas station by random truckers and shit like that, like there is nobody there. My phone didn’t work. I lived a block away from… Hotel Turkey [which] was owned by Bob Wills. There’s a huge history and music scene there in itself. That hotel’s got music every weekend, year-round.
So there’s always this kind of like, little transient hippie hole, people stopping in and out. It’s cool for that, just meeting people and then getting out of Nashville and being around people that were just having normal everyday conversations. …You can’t meet a stranger in Turkey, Texas. Whoever’s at the bar that night you’re sitting by, you’re gonna be friends with them. It’s gonna be just fine, but it was refreshing to kind of hear people with real jobs, real problems, and real things going on in life and collecting from that.
You grew up in Canton, South Dakota, right? About 30 minutes from Sioux Falls?
30, 40 minutes south of Sioux Falls.
How was growing up in Canton?
I grew up in a small town. Like, my family, my mom and dad were probably about the only ones living in town. Everybody else was out in the country… So I kind of grew up with the best of both worlds, I guess. I mean, during the week, I’d be hanging out in town skateboarding with my friends and all that and causing trouble. Then we’d go out to the farm on the weekends and we were just out there working cattle or going to a cattle show.
It’s kind of nice being able to have both, and I think that kind of helped frame a lot of music – like my taste and my phrasing. The things that I have just by hanging out with the kids in town and a bunch of my friends. Like my neighbor was in this punk band for a long time. So I didn’t pick up an acoustic guitar. How about my skateboard, electric guitar, and I had a mohawk? And then I’d show up at a cattle chute with that. I was just a misfit the whole time.
Thinking about working with members of Muscadline Bloodline [as producers] – I always think of them as a little outsider, too. How did that process work? How did you get them involved in the album?
Well, Gary Stanton, he found a clip of “Beer Garden Baby” way back in the day when I was [sending it] ‘round and he’s actually the one that reached out and said we should make a record. That’s where the first record came from. And then we made another one with Eddie Spear. I was kind of missing the sound that was going on with the first record, I guess, after that, and decided to go back with them.
I just think that they’re great, Gary and Ryan [Youmans] as the other producers. We’ve just always been pretty collaborative on sound and what we’re trying to go towards. I think they understand my crowd and what I’m trying to do, maybe sometimes a little better than I do. It was an easy choice to go with them. I look up to Muscadine a lot and what they’re doing independently. I just really trust Gary with the sound of what we’re trying to do. They’re doing it all on their own and busting their asses and making it happen.
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