There would have been times in my life when the Fine Young Cannibals, the Proclaimers and 1927 would have ranked ahead of Charley Pride in my tables of musical taste. I guess I was that typical shithead kid that rebelled against aspects of their parent’s musical taste just for the sake of it. Country music when I was a child was tainted by the waft of d…
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