Grevious Angel

Hank the first. Hank the second. Hank the third.
There is only one Hank - Mr. Hank Williams - the man with the country heart and the unmistakable folkloric lyrics - God bless his heart.
"How many roads must a man walk down before they call him a man?", said Dylan, but it's really not enough for me some days; the intricate and versatile ideas of this all-star songwriter don't (yeah, don't) cut it for me these days, not when I need a dosage of the real folk - the true heart-out and simple, often forgotten country.
Forget about Faith Hill and her "uplifting" songs and rooftop female vocalism ism ism bagism thism ism ism.
Remember when Brooks and Dunn were a couple of bums?
Remember when Garth Brooks didn't wear a cowboy hat?
Remember when the Dixie Chicks were all but three single hillbilly women scraping for dough?

What really is important to remember is: (considering it's my opinion and it's my blog) that country is not country-radio-pop or Redneck ballads to repeat over and over in a jukebox in a hidden bar in a small town in the deep south or Texas......................................................it's all about heart and soul and the music and the acoustic 6-string old, dusty n' rusty gee-tar and hard-working people in middle america.

Middle America, how bad can it be?
Thank you Hank.
And thank you Woody Guthrie for protesting and never crossing your arms.
Thank you Bruce Springsteen for Nebraska.
I thank the late greats and contemporaries for giving me the push to follow through my journey - I thank you all.

I believe that my heart is country. But I love Rock n Roll.
So help me God.

Pistolchunky