Before the holidays Jon and I went to an Irish pub in downtown Waterloo. They had a man with a guitar, like most pubs in the area, and he sang folk classics, acoustic numbers from the ’70s, and the odd country song (he was funny, too). When he played “Folsom Prison Blues”, Jon leaned across the table and said, “If country music were as cool as Johnny Cash, I would listen to country.”
Truer words have ne’er been spoken.
