...back in th' late sixohs high up in laurel canyon th' idea o' rekindlin th' past into new ways o' thinkin was takin off, due in no small way to those basement tape tunes floatin on th' ether 'round hep pads...this bein part o' th' hollywood area in geographical location 'n happ'nstance with cowboy programs/propaganda flix/censored news all pourin into th' civilians vision/mind th' way back/forward was to graft country(th' sound o' th' enemy/older folks) music onto some folkrock/blooz spillage to bringabout a new bluecollar sound that would unite kids'n squares against th' real opposition, th' military machine that was killin many abroad 'n at home...one o' th' first canyon efforts was lindas first solo foray away from artyfolk into a roots amalgam o' honkytonk/nashville/rockpop with some fine funkee playin by all concerned...better than many have tried to persuade, this is still a long way from stylish asylum coke tuneage...her waxins 'round th early 70s were a real nice gloop o' honkyrockcountrytonk before that trend homegenized into thin weak blandness 'n finally disappeared into nothin...