Dwight Yoakam: Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc.

THE PURIST LET loose a thin stream of tobacco juice between his teeth and into the brass spittoon. "Not another 'Next Gram Parsons,"' he harumphed, as purists are wont to do. "Just another El Lay cocaine cowboy. A rhinestone pretty boy. A studied formalist. A country-shlocker riding the new wave coattails of his club circuit buddies, Los Lobos, X and the Blasters. If he came from Nashville, you wouldn't even be asking me about him..."