As his band goes down the set list for their concert tonight, Bucky Covington is only running his finger down the sheet, pretending to read the song titles, relying instead on the fairly strong memory he’s built up over the years of hiding his deficiency. “So we open with ‘It’s Good to Be Us,’ right,” he neither states nor asks, simply putting it out there for reassurance. His guitarist nods.
“And uh, we do the Skynyrd and Bob Seger covers after that,” Covington says, pausing for a response. None comes. Sweat beads along the edges of his long, luxurious locks of dirty-blond hair.
“Then it’s ‘I’ll Walk’… right?” This time he comes out and asks directly, becoming more anxious as the moments pass. Ronnie, Bucky’s bassist, shakes his head. “Nah, Buck… that’s ‘I’m Good,'” says Ronnie, following the comment up with a snarky “Can’t you read?” The group gets a good laugh out of this. Bucky laughs a little too hard and long.
A rivulet of sweat has now broken free from Bucky’s hairline and has raced down his nose. He purposefully attempts to recognize the next series of letters now, concerned that his secret may be found out. He stutters out: “Right, right… and of course I can read… ha ha. I see that ‘Mexicoma’ is after that.” Covington states this correctly, recognizing the title because it has an ‘x’ in it.
This conversation continues in similar fashion until the long-haired country singer and former American Idol contestant has successfully memorized the order of songs. The show goes off without a hitch, though Covington has another issue with interpreting written word during the concert.
Holding aloft a pair of Victoria’s Secret panties with lettering across the bottom that a fan has thrown on stage, Covington jokingly—and erroneously—asks why a fan of “Punk” music would be at his show.