About every time I get brave and try my local country radio station, I’m disappointed. Today’s country music is just God awful. What else can you say? If I hear another song about how much a man loves his truck, farm, dog, woman, country, I’m going to throw up. What happened to heartache? Being drunk? Broke? Stickin’ it to the man?
When did Nashville stars start looking like old women fresh from the beauty salon with frosted hair and eye liner.
That brings me to the salvation in all of this: Have you heard of Jamey Johnson? Like the original Hank, he hails from my home state of Alabama and is absolutely kick ass. This is true, authentic country music. Check out this recent story in the New York Times about his exploding career. Country is back.