As a youngster, I had a thumbnail scheme for understanding genre in popular music. Rock was about wanting, funk about having, and country about losing what you had. Later, not long after I began to seriously explore the third category, I refined my label. Our little new wave band had been playing the circuit for several years when I started listening to Hank Williams‘ 40 Greatest Hits. We were in our late twenties, a transitional time, and we laughed at how pitiful the songs were. Laughed darkly, I should say. Some of these songs –a 1950 recording titled, “My Son Read more