That was a 'Eureka!' moment. It was as if this was the only monument to this culture. . . . It was the graveyard for the part of America I was interested in. |
They were simple three-chord songs about drinking in bars. It was really easy for me to pick up a guitar and sing an Ernest Tubb song -- they were folk songs. Maybe it was arrogant on one level, but it made sense to me. |