So, there I was, a couple of weeks ago, exchanging emails with a new friend who lives in California, and who’s spent quite a bit of time in Bakersfield. (Note to self: Food. Sounds Awesome!)
I think he assumed that–Brit that I am–I’d be unfamiliar with the city.
But. No. He misunderestimated me. Hugely.
TBC, and like Garth Brooks (nothing much to do with Bakersfield, although–at least in the beginning, he got the vibe, and he’s performed several times there, and that’s where he proposed to his current wife) I’ve got plenty of friends in low places:
And many of them have, over the years, imbued me with a love of honky-tonk, traditional, not over-produced, country music. Buck Owens. Merle Haggard. More obscurely, Bud Hobbs. Extending through Dwight Yoakum and Emmylou Harris–one of the very few contemporary performers I’ve bestirred myself to go and see perform live (I had tickets to go see Merle Haggard in Wheeling, WV, but he up-and-died on me before the show)–and a number of others.
Here’s a selection:
Is this a great country, or what? I think so.
You might want to go search out some more of this music. I think you’ll be glad if you do.