Asleep at the Wheel: The Wheel Gallops Through Western Swing
Michael Goldberg, San Francisco Chronicle, 13 January 1980
THERE IS a thin line that divides musicians who attempt to give new life to a dying musical form and those who traffic in nostalgia. The former manage, miraculously, to make the oldest kinds of American music — folk, bluegrass, blues — sound as new as the cry of a month old baby, while the latter never seem able to escape the datedness of the era when their chosen music originated.
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