I like pretty much everything, my stations set on my radio are: 1) 96.5 2) 106.9 3) 99.1 4) 100.3 5) 95.7 (or 92.9, whichever is still around) 6) 104.1 7) 94.5 8) 101.1 9) 107.9 10) 97.9 11) 89.3 Pugs
I dig it. Most of it. No...all of it. I like the old stuff and the new pop-py stuff. I enjoy the cliche and the predictability. I would like to lay down some country stuff when my time frees up. I love it.
Mac Davis Texas In My Rear View Mirror I was just fifteen and out of control Lost to James Dean and Rock-n-Roll I knew down deep in my country soul that I had to get away And Hollywood was a lady in red Who danced in my dreams as I tossed in bed I knew I'd wind up in jail or dead If I have to stay I thought happiness was Lubbock Texas in my rear view mirror My mama kept calling me home but i just did not want to hear her And the vision was gettin' clearer in my dreams So I laid out one night in June Stoned on the glow of the Texas moon Hummin' an old Buddy Holly tune called Peggy Sue (Peggy Sue) With my favorite jeans and a cheap guitar I ran off chasin' a distant star If Buddy Holly could make it that far I figured I could too And I thought happiness was Lubbock Texas in my rear view mirror My mama kept calling me home but I just did not want to hear her And the vision was gettin' clearer in my dreams But the Hollywood moon didn't smile the same old smile that I'd grown up with The lady in red just wanted my last dime And I cried myself to sleep at night To dumb to run to scared to fight And too proud to admit it at the time So I got me some gigs on Saturday nights Not much more than orchestrated fights I'd come home drunk and I'd tried to write But the words came out wrong Hell bent and bound for a wasted youth Too much gin and not enough vermouth And no one to teach me how to seek the truth before I put it in a song And I still thought happiness was Lubbock Texas in a rear view mirror My mama kept calling me home but I just could not, would not hear her And the vision was getting clearer in my dreams Well I thank God each and everyday For giving me the music and the words to say I'd have never made it any other way,he was my only friend And now i sleep a little better at night and when I look in the mirror in the mornin' light The man I see was both wrong and right And he's going home again I guess happiness was Lubbock Texas in my rear view mirror But now happiness is Lubbock Texas growing nearer and dearer and the vision is gettin' clearer in my dreams And I think finally I know what it means And when I die you can bury me in Lubbock Texas in my jeans
Have you heard old Wilco? Their first two albums and the one with Billy Bragg I would classify as alt-country. Check out A.M. by Wilco and Sun Volt's efforts. Uncle Tupelo, who those two bands spun off from, was badass as well. The Jayhawks had some good stuff too.
Uncle Tupelo was definitely alt-country. Son Volt's first record was also. Wilco....hmmmm...hard to say. Definitely folky. But alt-country? I dunno...I'm on the fence.
