Todd Snider, the longtime Americana singer-songwriter known for his satirical folk songs and empathetic ballads, has died, reports The New York Times. His publicist confirmed that Snider died from pneumonia on Friday (November 14) in Nashville, Tennessee. He was 59.
Last month, Snider canceled his remaining tour dates in support of High, Lonesome, and Then Some, his new album, after sustaining “severe injuries” in an assault outside his Salt Lake City hotel. A statement posted to Snider’s Instagram said the musician would be “unable to perform for an undetermined amount of time” and that he was receiving the “needed medical treatment.”
Snider’s cheeky lyrics and rustic voice lent his Americana songs a certain air of timelessness. While his biggest hits “Alright Guy” and “Conservative, Christian, Right Wing Republican, Straight, White, American Males” earned him an alternative fanbase, his ear for folk hooks and lyrical details garnered the attention of John Prine and Jimmy Buffett, both of whom took Snider under their wing early on. Over the years, numerous artists went on to cover Snider’s songs—Loretta Lynn, Billy Joe Shaver, Tom Jones, Mark Chesnutt, Jack Ingram—after being drawn to his storytelling.
Snider considered himself to be the “Nashville antihero.” Although most often heralded for his tongue-in-cheek approach to lyric writing, he was largely the poet of stoners, unconventional artists, and people who opted to take life slowly, telling country tales with a judgement-free approach that felt more at ease than confrontational or intentionally barbed. Over a dozen different studio albums, Snider sang about unlucky adventurers, low-key outlaws, the cyclical nature of substance abuse, and the multilayered depths of grief, beginning with his 1994 debut full-length Songs for the Daily Planet. Yet onstage, he always found extra space for humor, providing rambling introductions to his songs to make his audiences laugh or lean in closer to hear his words.
“I’m certain I don’t have any answers, and I want the people who listen to my songs to know that,” Snider told the Times in 2009. “If someone learns something from me, that would be their fault.”
Born on October 11, 1966 in Portland, Oregon, Snider ran away at age 16 to visit friends around the country. As he traveled across the United States, he ended up spending a long stretch in Austin before relocating to Memphis. It was there that he caught Buffett’s attention, played a short stint in his Coral Reefer Band, and was offered a spot on his Margaritaville label come 1993. After releasing three albums—1994’s Songs for the Daily Planet, 1996’s Step Right Up, and 1998’s Viva Satellite—Snider was left stranded when the record label changed owners.
