Natalie Maines: A Dixie Chick Declares War on Nashville

She took on a president and Nashville cast her off. Ten years later, she's finally ready to move on

June 6, 2013
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Natalie Maines
Mark Seliger

In 1986, while George W. Bush was busy finding Jesus and swearing off alcohol, a spunky little blond girl named Natalie Maines was finishing sixth grade in sleepy Lubbock, Texas. At a graduation ceremony, one of her favorite teachers offered a mock prediction: She would be elected president of the United States, then get "kicked out of office for excessive talking." For Maines, who instead grew up to be the Dixie Chicks' lead singer, then the most vilified woman in Dixie, and now, at age 38, a fledgling solo artist, the story proves one thing: "I was born outspoken. It followed me my whole life."

For nearly seven years, though, in the wake of the Chicks' last album, 2006's Taking the Long Way, she was uncharacteristically quiet. Instead of recording new music or touring (outside of scattered Chicks dates), Maines was at home: raising two kids while her husband, former Heroes star Adrian Pasdar, pursued his acting career; gardening in her lush Brentwood backyard; folding laundry while she listened to Howard Stern on the radio. "People have a very romantic idea of what they'd do if they could sing," she says, displaying no apparent exertion as she trots up a nearly vertical section of a hiking trail in the Santa Monica Mountains, a few minutes from home. "But I'm a mom, and it takes a lot of time." She claims, with a laugh, that she put out her rock-dominated solo debut, Mother, largely to get people to stop bugging her to make new music. "I didn't think I had time in my life for this," she says. "I sing all the time. But maybe nobody's hearing it, because I'm singing in my car or in my house or whatever. I don't need the roar of the crowd, and I don't need to hear cheers to feel validated."

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Six mornings a week, Maines hikes this vertiginous five-mile-long path, which offers a brutal workout and a Lord of the Rings-worthy view that stretches for miles, even on today's cool and overcast spring morning. Maines is as fed up with country music as anyone still in a group called the Dixie Chicks could possibly be, but she still craves the wide-open spaces she used to sing about. Or else she just needs someplace big and quiet to process all that's happened to her. "It's probably good for her mentally, to kind of air her brain out," says her dad, Lloyd Maines, a famed steel guitarist and producer in his own right. "And she looks to me like she's in the best shape of her life." It's almost silent up here, except for the crunch of our feet on the dirt trail, the panting of her dogs, Mabel (a white Labrador) and Banjo (a friendly, dreadlocked puli, a breed introduced to her by Taking the Long Way producer Rick Rubin), and my own increasingly labored breathing. "I usually run the second part," Maines says. "But I won't make you do that!"

When fellow hikers pass by, they offer no more than friendly nods – no one recognizes her. Maines has a blunt-force haircut she compares to Rachel Maddow's, and is wearing a blue windbreaker over a sleeveless sweatshirt, a gray tee, running shorts and yellow-and-blue-neon running shoes. She looks, at the moment, more like an unusually attractive high school volleyball coach than anyone's idea of a star. "The short hair fits my personality more," she says. "I think maybe, with long hair, it was a role – I was playing dress-up a bit." A few years back, she even buzzed her head. "That was the best. Oh, my God! The best! I hate thinking about clothes. I hate shopping. I haven't gotten a manicure or pedicure in six years. I don't color my hair anymore. I mean, the upkeep on that was time-consuming. I used to be way more blond. But my kids – especially my youngest one – are desperate for me to grow my hair back out."

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Her first radical haircut was in junior high. "I was the only cheerleader with a half-shaved head," says Maines with her big, easy laugh. She was popular but rebellious. In racially divided Lubbock, a lot of her friends were black or Hispanic ("The black girls in elementary school liked me because I could sing with them and do the Cabbage Patch"), and she would "absolutely get in a tizzy" when white kids made racist cracks. She started calling herself a hippie, wore Birkenstocks – apparently a shocking statement in late-Eighties West Texas – and tried, without success, to organize an anti-dress-code sit-in.

Maines was a pop and R&B fan as a little kid ("I used to kiss my Michael Jackson album – my first interracial relationship!"). "Growing up, I thought I was going to be Madonna," she says. "I wanted to be a pop star. I wanted to dance and sing." Her dad had helped invent what would become alt-country, playing with the Flatlanders, among many others – but she'd flip past those LPs to get to his Carly Simon, James Taylor and Bonnie Raitt albums (also the Grease soundtrack, which she memorized). "I had never bought a country album in my life, or even listened to one all the way through," she says.

She graduated high school a year early, and took classes at four different colleges – including an indifferent semester at Boston's Berklee College of Music, where she had won a scholarship. Her dad had recorded a four-song demo with her for Berklee, which he passed along to the Dixie Chicks, a small-time bluegrass group he'd played with. "I wasn't pitching Natalie at all," says Lloyd. "I just said casually, 'Hey, this is my girl singing, check it out.'" Within a year, the core Chicks – sisters Martie Maguire and Emily Robison – had pushed out their original lead singer and come calling for Natalie, even though she had zero professional experience. "They liked the fact that she could sing powerful," says Lloyd, "and not be drowned out by their harmonies. And they liked her look and her attitude." She skipped an econ exam at her college of the moment and went right on the road. "Before the first show, I was like, 'No big deal, we're gonna be great,' and I remember Martie was freaking out," recalls Maines. "And I was like, 'Why are you freaking out?' I'm sure on the inside, she's going, 'Because I've done this for 10 years!' But it was great. I was right – that was just the beginning of her learning that I am right!"

With Maines on board, the Chicks signed their first major-label deal, and almost instantly became superstars. The group pushed boundaries – the Thelma & Louise feminism of 1999's "Goodbye Earl," a gleeful account of murdering an abusive husband, seriously freaked out the country-music establishment.

Maines found herself called into her label president's office for various sins – telling dirty jokes onstage, leading a club crowd in rounds of shots. She'd respond to challenges by doubling down: After one lyric horrified her record company, she added the line "That's right, I said 'mattress-dancin'." The other Chicks didn't share her rebellious instincts, but they always supported her, even when the controversies turned much uglier. "We know each other," says Maines, "and we love each other."

For anyone who really knew her, it was no surprise when, on March 10th, 2003, Maines stood onstage in London, on the eve of the Iraq War, and made a casual comment, punctuated with a smile: "Just so you know, we're on the good side with y'all. We do not want this war, this violence, and we're ashamed that the president of the United States is from Texas." For country-radio programmers, and at least a hysterical minority of fans, it was as if she'd French-kissed Saddam Hus­sein while setting fire to a puppy wrapped in the American flag. An unprecedented boycott and high-tech lynching followed – often overtly sexist, with drown-the-witch overtones: Bill O'Reilly calling them "callow, foolish women who deserve to be slapped around" wasn't even the worst of it. As chronicled in the superb 2006 documentary Shut Up and Sing, Maines and her bandmates handled it with strength and grace, touring in the face of death threats, playing with their young kids backstage while protesters screamed and smashed CDs outside the venues. Recorded with the controversy fresh in their minds, the barely-country Taking the Long Way turned out to be one of the Chicks' best albums, slapping down their critics while winning five Grammys and selling 2.5 million copies despite near-zero country-radio support.

But the backlash left inevitable scars. "I joke that I have PTSD, but there's probably truth in that joke," Maines says, blue eyes shining. "It all put an ugly light on people that I was kind of happily naive to. But when I was going through it, I really didn't feel like it was affecting me. I was in fight mode and battle mode, and I felt, you know, I was right, and free to say what I want to say." She went into therapy in the past few years. "Not just stuff with the controversy, but I think I've always been sort of a person that just pushes the feelings down, and then they do eventually come back up. So I didn't have tools to know how to deal with them or acknowledge them. I always like to pretend everything's OK. I'm a shyer person now, less trusting."

Backstage at the Grammys in early 2007, after the Chicks topped off their night by winning Album of the Year, Maines found that she couldn't stop crying. "It was really freaking me out, actually," she says. " 'Cause I couldn't control it. I kept saying, 'I don't know why I'm crying, it's not because Grammys mean so much to me!' Looking back, I realize now my subconscious knew that was an ending of a chapter for me. And, like, the ending of a battle. I just felt, like, 'OK. I fucking won the war and now I quit.'" She laughs. "I'm tired, and I'm sick of all you people, and I'm not putting myself out there for you to judge. I'm done."

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