tuxedoclad

— Nothing must threaten the family demographic, so no Steve Earle, no David Allan Coe and no “no-show” Jones, let alone that jackass Beck. No conflict. No danger. In short, no bloody fun. And so, in order to pursue our enquiry as to from whence this music sprang, and where it is possibly going, let us start as far away as possible from the tuxedoclad suburbs of modern Nashville, and hopefully stay away. True country springs up when it’s least expected, or even much wanted.