Music • The Dixie Chicks

Nashville Music, Texas style. These brash, beautiful blondes are the rock stars of country.

NOW THAT THEYVE SOLD THEIR ALBUM Wide Open Spaces to every girl, woman, and old lady in the United States, the Dixie Chicks are finding real career opportunity. It seems that Hollywood has homed in on our pretty country threesome much as it did on Trisha Yearwood, who sometimes plays a forensic scientist on the CBS drama JAG. These days banjo picker Emily Robison, fiddler Martie Seidel, and lead singer Natalie Maines are fielding scripts written for them too. One has an exciting plot: Natalie gets kidnapped! That’s the script that would have her deliver the line “He’s as slippery as a pocketful of custard.”

Plums like that go only to the most successful country acts, and the Dixie Chicks surely fit the bill. They’ve sold six million copies of Wide Open Spaces (Sony Monument), their breakthrough CD, and may well surpass that figure with their follow-up, Fly, which hits stores August 31. It can’t hurt that its lead single, “Ready to Run,” is the theme song for the new Julia Roberts—Richard Gere movie, Runaway Bride. They’ve won too many awards to mention, but since you ask, they have two Grammys (one for Best Country Album), two Country Music Association Awards (one for Group of the Year), and three Academy of Country Music Awards; they’ve been nominated for another four CMA awards this year. At the end of August the trio wraps up tours with Tim McGraw and Lilith Fair.

The excitement centers on three gorgeous blondes, two of them sisters who founded the Dixie Chicks in 1989. Emily, who is 26, plays banjo well enough to impress ace picker Roy Clark, who says, “I would not want to be against her in a contest.” Her work on dobro—a cousin to the slide guitar, played face-up—brings a loose, soulful twang to Bonnie Raitt covers. Her 29-year-old sister, Martie (short for Martha), cooks on fiddle, having placed second in the prestigious Winfield fiddling competition when she was 16. She stars on doleful ballads and hoedowns, as you’d expect, but also on Celtic jigs. Then there’s the lead singer, 24-year-old Natalie, whose fireball soprano can lay low stadiums of 40,000 fans. A voice unlike anyone else’s—it’s a growl, a punch—it won the Lubbock girl a scholarship to Boston’s hoity-toity Berklee College of Music before she joined the band in 1995.

But musical talent alone doesn’t explain the Dixie Chicks’ appeal. We love them because success has only strengthened their integrity. Now that they’ve entered the stratosphere, don’t expect to see them with fellow club members on a daffy TV drama. Nor will they remix their singles to be disco hits, as Shania Twain and LeAnn Rimes have, or shoot fiddle-free videos for VH1, though they’ve been asked to. They say fiddlesticks to such moves. “We’d rather be the rock stars of country than the lame-asses of rock,” explains Natalie. And so, as Nashville churns out tedious product and its sales and radio audiences dwindle, the Dixie Chicks succeed with a different tack. They color outside the lines, take chances, fight for what they want, and offend. In short, as Natalie says, “I think we’ve brought Texas to Nashville.”

As Willie and Waylon did a generation ago, our threesome projects a certain outlaw style. The self-described “girly girls” have 750 outfits (capri pants, skintight camisoles, enormous bell-bottoms, headbands made of bra straps) and dozens of pairs of Mary Janes. They hire designer Todd Oldham, a fellow Texan, to outfit them for awards shows and tours. He’s put them in tie-dyed lingerie, glamorous gowns, and black matte jersey covered in safety pins, a look he calls “punkin’,” for “country punk.” “There’s no reason to head down any path that anyone expects them to,” he says. The hallmark of Chick style is brash color—fuchsia, lemon, turquoise, orange. “They can wear anything,” says Susan Kittenplan, the senior features editor at Harper’s Bazaar. “And they’re not afraid to do that.”

They’re not afraid to take risks either, even if it means alienating fans. Most purchasers of Wide Open Spaces have been the pop-loving 24-and-under crowd, a big chunk of them kids. On that release the label wielded a good deal of control. For instance, their rip-roaring bluegrass instrumentals would never have been permitted, the Chicks say, for fear they might be a turnoff. But with executives now giving the trio carte blanche on Fly, they’re rubbing our noses in Beverly Hillbillies riffs on “Sin Wagon”: “Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!” hollers Natalie as a good woman gone bad; she plans to get drunk on some “12-ounce nutrition” and do “a little mattress dancin’.” Another pearl tells how two friends, one with an abusive husband, put poison in his black-eyed peas and stuff his body in the trunk of a car (“Earl had to die!”). Is the label nervous? “A little,” says Allen Butler, the president of Sony Nashville. “But I’m not going to argue with success.”

And that success stems from the group’s naive belief that the record business in Nashville should be like it is back home. Natalie grew up watching her father, Lloyd Maines, produce albums for the likes of Jerry Jeff

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