The last time I heard anything from Amy Grant, she was doing infomercials for the American Heart Association. Now she’s back with a folk song about January 6, five years late, heavy on nostalgia, light on self-awareness, and a perfect example of how celebrities love to revisit old cultural flashpoints. Not because they’re relevant, but because they make them feel morally comfortable.
Why is it that celebrities are so out of touch and have no shame in displaying their ignorance and irrelevance?
Amy’s new song, The 6th of January (Yasgur’s Farm), drifts through Woodstock references, John Lennon nostalgia, Marvin Gaye lyrics, and that familiar haze of late-1960s mythology. She asks if we have lost our way, treating January 6 like a symbolic rupture, the moment America supposedly veered off the righteous road of peace, unity, and good vibes. Oh brother.
No one:
Absolutely no one:
Amy Grant: “I think we need a song that honors John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ in 2026” pic.twitter.com/BY8LlDpPOf
— Skeletor 🧼🧽🫧 (@TheMuppetPastor) January 7, 2026
No wonders we boomers are so despised. I didn’t know Amy Grant had TDS. https://t.co/lSo3XVDRbV pic.twitter.com/DvMh8i2Lrr
— Based Boomer (@mdvirgilio) January 8, 2026
Amy Grant is still irrelevant and an adulterer.
— MissG (@MistyGo13276292) January 8, 2026
The country was already unraveling during the pandemic. Schools were closed. Churches were shuttered. Small businesses disappeared. Mandates and restrictions reshaped daily life. Trust in institutions was collapsing in real time. And yet, this song arrives in 2026.
January 6 has become a cultural fossil. It is no longer a developing story. it is a symbol, a shortcut, a way to gesture toward moral seriousness without having to say anything concrete.
Meanwhile, Americans have been dragged through one so-called defining moment after another. The news cycle never stops. Every story is framed as the end of the world. Disagreement is treated like a national emergency, and people are growing tired of living in a perpetual state of crisis.
But Amy Grant is here to remind us about Woodstock.
Grant was eight when Woodstock happened. She did not live that era. She inherited its mythology, and now she is using it to scold a country that is dealing with the present.
This is what happens when entertainers lose touch with the present. They pick a moment that made them feel morally confident, freeze it in amber, and keep returning to it long after everyone else has moved on. Not because it still matters, but because it still feels safe.
The song leans hard into boomer nostalgia, like a Wikipedia page written from memory instead of reality. It reflects how people remember an era, not how it actually unfolded.
If you want to ruin your Sunday, here’s the video.
If these celebrities aren’t trying to outrun aging with Ozempic and fillers, they’re trying to outrun irrelevance with stunts like this, scavenging meaning from whatever historical moment still triggers a reaction.
What makes this whole thing so tired isn’t the politics. It’s the laziness. This genre of celebrity commentary never evolves. It just rotates the same emotional symbols, the same recycled language, the same vague appeals to unity, and the same assumpton that regular people are confused children who need to be gently scolded hack into alignment.
Do you remember Jon Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles’ ridiculous song about the pandemic? They titled it Do What You Can and I remember thinking from the first time I heard it, “Jon sounds drunk, is he drunk?” Good heavens. They’ve got to be embarrassed now, right? But at least it was responding to something that was actually happening in real time, no matter how cringe it was. At least it was current.
Amy Grant’s song doesn’t even have that going for it. This isn’t commentary. It’s a delayed reaction and a celebrity rummaging through the cultural attic, pulling out something everyone recognizes, and hoping the dust alone will make it meaningful. Amy is picking a moment that already comes with instructions on how people are supposed to feel.
It’s easy, predictable, and low-effort. Intellectually thin, which is pretty much the default setting for celebrity commentary.
Americans are not looking for symbolic lectures from celebrities, I don’t know why they don’t get that. We are not confused. We are busy with real life, being practical, not rewriting history into a folk song.
America hasn’t lost its way. It just stopped needing pop stars to narrate it.
Feature Image: Angela George, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons/edited in Canva Pro
SFC D says: I prefer “8th of November” by Big and Rich.
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