it gets a heap better than these

but likeable nonethless



tasty keyboards and lap steel licksmanship. and countrypolitan strings.

sort of George Jones meets Wreckless Eric.

alway used to get Fairweather Low confused with Loudon Wainright

both these guys teetered on the edge of the Waltz-worthy, that pre-punk rockcrit-pets zone-- well, LWIII was married to one of Kate and Anne McGarrigle right? indeed it's her mammaries that are the subject of this song here



sort of Van Morrison, with jokes