The Torch In Torchered

Springtime. I love springtime. Springtime brings warmth, fresh air, sunshine, rain, taxes and fear of unemployment.

While I was full of myself, pretending to be relevant in a wanna-be, country tinged outfit by way of Ziggy Stardust, preening to my people in a town of 3,000, Tammy Wynette was making some of the most painful, but-get-out-of-my-way music, Nashville has ever known.
Jimmy McDonough's Tragic Country Queen makes me wish I'd paid more attention. Makes me wish I could have been there to help her through.
Linda Ronstadt could've been my Tammy. But by the beginning of the 80s, I was headed for the exit ramp.
Almost ten years later, I saw Lucinda Williams bring the house down at the Metro in Chicago with her self-titled, Rough Trade debut.
She could have been my Tammy too. But then she had to go and get happy.

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W-H-Y N-O-T

I gotta say that, I say, "I gotta say" a lot. But I gotta say, I'm really looking forward to
Tammy Wynette, Tragic Country Queen by Jimmy McDonough, to drop any day now. McDonough, if you remember, also penned Neil Young's biography, Shakey.
20 years ago, you wouldn't have gotten more than a "Yeah, so?" outta me. And I probably would've uttered the same about Dolly and Porter Wagoner. And I really don't have any explanation for why I'm now yearnin for the dixie dirt. But with George and Tammy, you just know they're packin some heat, together AND apart. I like my country with cajones and this should have 'em in spades.
I gotta say...