I was just driving home from Jersey and my wife and I were trying to figure out some of our favorite 20th century music. As we got off the highway and onto the street before the one we live on we broke out into Roy Orbison songs…five minutes later I’m online reading this post. In the words of Tom Petty and others, “there must be something in the air…” Good stuff. I’m going to post in a few minutes about the ride home discussion.

“But I don’t fool myself, I know the game I’m in. When I wrote about Hank Williams ‘A hundred floors above me in the tower of song’, it’s not some kind of inverse modesty. I know where Hank Williams stands in the history of popular song. ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’, songs like that, are sublime, in his own tradition, and I feel myself a very minor writer. I’ve taken a certain territory, and I’ve tried to maintain it and administrate it with the very best of my capacities. And I will continue to administrate this tiny territory until I’m too weak to do it. But I understand where this territory is.”