There are a lot of acts out there that claim the traditionalist mantle, but there aren’t many as traditional as J.P. Harris. Harris is another one who hails from the southern Appalachian Mountains.
Out tomorrow: Sometimes Dogs Bark at Nothing by J.P. Harris.
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Speaking of sinful omissions from Music Monday, my wife is going to kill me when she finds out I’ve gone two months without singing the praises of Dwight Yoakam. But, if only to avoid having to change the subtitle of my blog from “Texas Country” to “Kentucky Country,” I’m going to leave the Kentucky boys be and show some love to my home state instead.
Sarah Shook grew up in a fundamentalist household, fell in with the right wrong element when she moved to North Carolina, and looks like a character from a country noir story. And she kinda sings like Dwight Yoakam with a little more Hank and writes like Chris Knight.
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Hillbilly Highways 