“Lift me out of this dustbowl and hand me a champagne"
Key Principles, Nathan
What is western music? Is it the sound of the wide-open plains or a smoky saloon? Tales of taciturn men and long-suffering ladies who cry tears in their beer? Or has that tradition been replaced by something more complicated, where horses have become fast cars and saloons are now strip malls? And even in the most urban setting there's the restless, rough-and-tumble feel of a frontier town, and everyone still yearns to get the hell out of Dodge sometimes?...