Rayna and the new girl Sadie spent a lot of time on Wednesday night’s (Oct. 15) Nashville singing that they were “Gasoline and Matches.” Meaning, they set each other on fire.
So I get that. Rayna is kind of tripping the wire with her latest addition to the Highway 65 label. Obviously, they sound great together. Plus, they had a little Thelma & Louise-style fun after Rayna’s wedding dress fitting. I like them together.
And, thank God, Rayna talked some sense into Sadie when she was tempted to sign with Jeff’s label. She’d told Rayna, “I don’t want to be just another one of Rayna James’ artists. I want to be Rayna James.” But then Rayna gave her the sales pitch of a lifetime, basically selling her on the idea that she could bring back the girl power to country radio.
“Back then,” Rayna said of her heyday, “you could listen to the radio all day long and hear so many female artists.” She dropped a lot of names, like Martina McBride, Reba McEntire, Shania Twain, Faith Hill, Jo Dee Messina and Pam Tillis. And she told Sadie that right now, there are only two women ruling the radio.
Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert? She didn’t say, but what I thought was interesting was that she didn’t include LeAnn Rimes‘ name on that list since she’s the one who made Buddy and Julie Miller’s “Gasoline and Matches” song semi-famous when she released it on her 2013 Spitfire album.
Other gasoline and matches matchups?
Avery and Juliette. Obviously. You know they both want to be together so bad. You could see it in the way Avery was playing some sort of drinking game with himself. Every time he heard Juliette’s name, he drank some bourbon.
Ultimately, he tells her the bad news.
“Either way, I lose. I can’t love you, and I can’t hate you. I need to nothing you. I need to feel nothing for you,” Avery says through his bourbon-soaked tears. “I wish I’d never met you.”
In his defense, he doesn’t know about the baby yet. Juliette is determined to find an adoptive family in the catalog of perfect parents she’s flipping through like yesterday’s Anthropologie catalog. She tells her manager she has no choice.
“What do you want me to do? Do you want me to move to the suburbs and buy a minivan and become a soccer mom?” Juliette screams.
You know who’s not gasoline and matches, though? Deacon and his new flat-ironed back-up singer girlfriend. She’s a slutty friend with benefits, a faux alcoholic, she poked fun at his “endless supply of denim shirts” and she’s a terrible co-writer. She’s more of a Mrs. Right Now than a Mrs. Right. And worst of all, she’s no Rayna.