Let's say you grew up listening to country music, (you have a good reason, because your dad is a professional cowboy, and you spend copious amounts of time in the truck going from rodeo to rodeo) but then you realize that country sucks. And so you start listening to other things. You discover Radiohead, Brand New, Ben Folds, and mewithoutYou.

Then let's say that in the middle of this rennaissance, you move to England for 2 years, and immerse yourself in things like Damien Rice and David Ford. You discover the Clash and Sufjan Stevens. You learn the finer points of Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd, and you buy a couple of reggae albums. Let's say that.

Then one day, you start to miss home and so you dig up some old music. You rediscover Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, and you start to come to a realization. So you swim around in your Ryan Adams and Nickel Creek records for months on end, and you come to the conclusion that it wasn't really country that sucked, but what had happened to country right around the Billy Ray Cyrus Era, so you put your boots back on, and nobody in England fully gets what that really means to *you*, but they love it nonetheless, and then one day you find you... (+) expand

Let's say you grew up listening to country music, (you have a good reason, because your dad is a professional cowboy, and you spend copious amounts of time in the truck going from rodeo to rodeo) but then you realize that country sucks. And so you start listening to other things. You discover Radiohead, Brand New, Ben Folds, and mewithoutYou.

Then let's say that in the middle of this rennaissance, you move to England for 2 years, and immerse yourself in things like Damien Rice and David Ford. You discover the Clash and Sufjan Stevens. You learn the finer points of Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd, and you buy a couple of reggae albums. Let's say that.

Then one day, you start to miss home and so you dig up some old music. You rediscover Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, and you start to come to a realization. So you swim around in your Ryan Adams and Nickel Creek records for months on end, and you come to the conclusion that it wasn't really country that sucked, but what had happened to country right around the Billy Ray Cyrus Era, so you put your boots back on, and nobody in England fully gets what that really means to *you*, but they love it nonetheless, and then one day you find yourself on tour with Imogen Heap, and you think "how the crap did I get here?"

Let's say you did all that. Then you might just be Levi Weaver. Either that, or it's a really weird coincidence, because you are reading his biography right now. (You will probably enjoy this music more than the others.)

For the rest of you, well... maybe you'll like it anyway. (-) collapse