Originally shared by Randy Culler
Originally shared by Randy Culler
That’s when I heard “Big City,” a swinging bit of bounce that decries urban dwelling, overpopulation and crammed spaces. “Keep your retirement, and your so-called social security … big city, turn me loose and set me free,” the song purred. Like a siren on a rock, the silky guitar, the reeling fiddle, the gulping cry of the steel, the oaky male voice pulled me to the bandstand wanting to hear, to understand, to internalize this free spirit notion that jettisoned everything I was taught to want.
http://lonestarmusicmagazine.com/8942-2/
That’s when I heard “Big City,” a swinging bit of bounce that decries urban dwelling, overpopulation and crammed spaces. “Keep your retirement, and your so-called social security … big city, turn me loose and set me free,” the song purred. Like a siren on a rock, the silky guitar, the reeling fiddle, the gulping cry of the steel, the oaky male voice pulled me to the bandstand wanting to hear, to understand, to internalize this free spirit notion that jettisoned everything I was taught to want.
http://lonestarmusicmagazine.com/8942-2/
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