I was late coming to Hank. I had an aversion to Country music. I think it was all those sickly sweet sixties songs.
But I loved the blues. By following the Blues back into the 1930s I discovered Country.
From there it was easy to move towards the glittering star of that universe – Hank Williams. His poetry and emotion shone out.
So today I’m playing some melancholic Hank. On a beautiful day like this, it seems appropriate. I’ll imagine myself at the age of twenty-seven, slumped in the back seat of a car heading through a snowstorm to the concert I’ll never reach.