Basically a Love Letter to Waylon
For Christmas last year I bought my sister a new Cosley record player. I picked it up on Black Friday for a steal so I figured she was worth it that year. The old record players at our grandmothers house had long since quit working and both my sister and I had wanted to start a collection of classic vinyls. Mom thought we were crazy, wanting music with all the pops, crackles and static that accompanied those old records. But to me, the idea was perfect. That's how my favorite music was supposed to sound. That's how fans all across the world listened to the best of the best before those records and those artist were legends. I won't lie; I shrieked, I cried, I jumped up and down and acted like a child when I found my Greatest Hits of Waylon album. Waylon is my hero. The music he made, his duets with Willie, all the songs and love with Jesse, his work with the original boy-band super group The Highwaymen. He was as imperfectly, perfect as the idolization you still see wh...