The final week of the genome project kicks off without any of the complexity of last Friday’s focus, Elvis Costello.
Miranda Lambert doesn’t blend genres and influences — she’s a country girl, through and through. ‘Country Plus,’ to use my designation, and she earns the ‘plus’ through the songwriting and performing chops that have lifted her to the top of the charts and onto countless critics’ best-of lists.
My fondness for Lambert and Brad Paisley, two of country’s most celebrated contemporary artists, suggests that I’d find more to like if I continued sampling the genre.
I have listened to a few of their contemporaries (Lady Antebellum, Carrie Underwood and Darius Rucker come to mind) but nobody that has stuck. I’m impressed by much of what Taylor Swift has done and will likely watch her career develop.
I might have more success reaching back to the performers who inspired all of those artists. Emmylou Harris, Gillian Welch, George Strait, Reba McEntire, Loretta Lynn… could be another country music revelation waiting out there for me.
Girls go wrong, man go right after them
If I don’t win and it’s a compromise
You’ll be the loser that pays the dividend
Far from you you’ll find me
Such an easy target in a tragedy
You’re just a shiver looking for a spine
You can have your way but you can’t have mine
If I had one wish you’d go away
I haven’t slept yet but I’m on the brink of it
I’m not as dumb as the look on your face
You’ll never be half the man your momma is
Overloaded by the way you talk
A hairpin trigger that I can’t stop
Empty words taking up my time
And you can have your way but you can’t have mine
Cause every time baby it feels like a resurrection
I’m looking for affection at the bottom of a bottle again
You show up and it starts another chain reaction
Oh, but I can’t tell if it’s you or the drink
It’s too hard to know cause it hurts to think
Far from you you’ll find me
Such an easy target and a casualty
You’re just a shiver looking for a spine
And you can have your way but you can’t have mine
Every time baby it feels like a resurrection
I’m looking for affection at the bottom of a bottle again
You show up and it starts another chain reaction
Oh, but I can’t tell if it’s you or the drink
It’s too hard to know cause it hurts to think
Yeah, it hurts to think
Meet Me In Montauk 
Yeah, I just don’t get the appeal of this….
It’s not in your genome.
and don’t forget Patsy Cline 🙂