For those of you who are first meeting me via this blog, let me admit up front: I do suffer from musical multiple personality disorder. There’s the opera-loving Thomas Hampson groupie; there’s the eclectic one who follows Emmylou Harris around like a puppy, no matter what genre Miss Emmy’s into at any given time; there’s the folkie (I suspect she’s the one who has it bad for Timothy Schmit, who seems to be a bit of a folkie at heart, but I’ll have to get back to you on that, because right now she’s making noises about wanting to hear some Doc Watson–talk about contrast); there’s Her Majesty, the Dinosaur Snob from the Knobs, who turns up her nose at anything that isn’t classic country, which to her is country prior to 1970; and there’s the Rock Chick, who’s been bingeing on the Eagles for the past week. (There are also a few lesser personalities, among them the Western Girl who cries over the Sons of the Pioneers’ celestial B-movie harmonies, the sentimental Scots-Irish woman who loves mountain ballads. . .you get my drift?)
It’s so seldom that I find something that makes more than one of these fractious musical brats happy at the same time that I tend to get carried away when I do. This one, by virtue of both its age (it dates to 1958, and was on an album in my dad’s collection) and being my beloved Wilburn Brothers, makes DinoSnob happy, and rocks just hard enough to make Rock Chick giggle and dance.
Can’t help but wonder: is that Chet Atkins on guitar? If so, so much the better. That’ll make somebody else in the gang happy. 😉