There’s something about the imminent demise of America that makes me want to listen to a man born during the Great Depression, a man who wrote “Crazy” for Patsy Cline, a man who I grew up listening to because my dad loved a record of his where he sang covers of another great American songwriter—incidentally, that songwriter checked out last month, just …
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