Dwight Yoakam is laughing. If the once serious, whip thin pantyhose nun traditionalist with the serious honky tonk bent was a man tortured and austere, these days the heart throb with the serious Johnny Horton, Buck Owens and Merle Haggard affliction has lightened way up.
But for me, I always stayed with that real traditional thing that made me more extreme in a whole different way.
Dwight Yoakam: Three Pears + A Thousand Miles from Obvious
Long before that Oak e. Emmylou Harris came that night, too….
Because in the end it is about the music. On a tour bus rumbling down the 5 Freeway to San Diego, the italics pour down the telephone.
Emphasis made, though not emphatic, these are words Yoakam built his singular career on. No matter the tide or the trend, there was a surge to his post-Bakersfield country that demanded to be heard.
It was biting, insistent and always, always twangy and uncompromisingly full-tilt.