I'm Not Patsy Cline
I was playing in a bluegrass circle and had already sung all the bluegrass songs I wanted to sing and called out Walking After Midnight, one of my favorite songs to sing. “Are you going to sing that song the way it’s supposed to be sung?” Evidently Bruce didn’t approve of my interpretation of it and that’s all it could ever be, my interpretation because in case you haven’t noticed I’m not Pasty Cline. And that’s pretty much what I told Bruce before a guitar war broke out over how to play the song. It’s kind of hard to sing when the guitars are having a war. I decided a very long time ago that the best thing I could do was just be the best me I could be even when I’m not sure what that is. That’s not always a popular approach to take. There’s always someone who wants to tell me how I should sing, dress, act, teach, or be. And they act like their perception of reality has more value than mine. It doesn’t. It took me awhile to embrace...