USA, 1988, neo-traditionalist country

Dwight YoakamBuenas noches From a Lonely Room: Imagine sitting—drunk on broken dreams—in a dusty, empty honky tonk with this album playing on the jukebox, dust motes playing in the slanted, sunlit air, the lonesome music echoing off the over-decorated, uncaring walls. Lost somewhere north of Los Angeles, close enough to know the big city’s a real sumbitch.

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