I love old country music. Nashville killed real country music in about 1975 or so. I like the story telling, the manic songwriting, and the twang of real country music. That is why Wayne Hancock excites me so much. A throwback to Hank Williams Sr., his tunes are so authentic old school country, you can hear the pops and crackles of the old turntable in his voice. Thunderstorms and Neon Signs was the tune that turned me onto Wayne. His music tells stories the way Hank Sr, Ernest Tubb and others of the vintage 50s era did, full of sorrow and pain. Most of his dates are out west, but I have my eye on a gig he is doing in Nashville in a couple of months. Maybe some of that old country mojo will rub off on Nashville, but I doubt it. Country music has been long dead in the Ville. I would love to see Wayne, Hank III, and Junior Brown kick country music in its ass to get it going again.
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