I went to a cobbler
To fix a hole in my shoe.
He took one look at my face
And said, “I can fix that hole in you.”

I beg your pardon,
I’m not looking for a cure.
I’ve seen enough of my friends
In the depths of the godsick blues.

-Acid Tongue

Now that Jenny Lewis writes some damn fine country music.  This song was on the end of last night’s episode of Without A Trace,  it reminded me that I had it and I’ve been listening to it on CD through my record player’s weird and wonderful little speakers.  I love the way everything sounds coming out of those things.

“I was determined to carve out a music of my own.

I didn’t want to copy anybody.”

- Bill Monroe

The man carved out something huge when he invented bluegrass. He’s one of the only people to have gifted the world with an entire genre of music. Check out “Blue Moon of Kentucky”, you might remember Conan O’Brien performing it Elvis style on his show during the WGA strike.