Bubbie’s view of country music has diminished over the past twenty years; raised on southern rock with a pension for country sound of the 60’s and 70’s, today’s brand is commercialized crap. Sadly the faithful fans of Hank Sr., Merle, Willie and Waylon, George Jones, Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn, Johnny Cash and so on, they’re long gone. It was a different time, a slower more innocent time when loyalty to substance over style meant something. Talent came from the heart and the vocal chords and not from one’s appearance because music was played on the radio or record player. Music was listened to, and watching an entertainer meant seeing them live in concert, not watching a video.
Bubbie takes swig of his drink and notices a strange apparition on the TV—I mean aside from the Hank Jr. dancing. Do y’all know the Trucker Girl? She’s the chrome silhouette on the mud flaps of tractor trailers.
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