What normally happens when life decides to: pick me up, dust me off, spit on me, slap me around, toss me to the ground, stomp repeatedly on my still writhing corpse, flip me over, and then poop on my head for good measure is that I turn to the age old cliche of country music.
But since I can’t stand straight out dyed in the wool country tunes for longer than a hiccup, I turn to artist who have their roots in the genre. Sheryl Crow‘s first album and The Refreshments only good album fit the description nicely. The Refreshments have since found a way to live on but I haven’t had the pleasure of digging on their new tunes.
I only know that cliches exist for a reason and that when I’m in that mood for feeling sorry for myself, these two never let me down.
-groonk
