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You don't get much more old school than Jimmie Rodgers do you? No you don't. Here he is with the classic Waiting for a Train. Terrific and chock-full of the things that would become country staples.

Been a while since Waylon was in these here parts. No longer! So here's the Great Outlaw with some marriage advice for y'all...

Philip Glass doesn't approve of intervals. Last week, at Yale University's Sprague Memorial Hall, the prolific composer gave a preview of what audiences in Dublin, Edinburgh and Cork could expect from his piano performances a few days later. He starts by declaring that pauses in performance "damage the concentration" - and he ended it in front of an audience both entranced and exhausted by the musical equivalent of an optical illusion. For ninety minutes, Glass barely allowed a moment of silence to indicate where one piece ended and another began. His performance stands in a long East Coast tradition of using smaller towns - in his case New Haven, Connecticut - as a testing ground before performance on grander venues.

Occasionally, people complain that this series isn't contemporary enough and that it ignores the good country music that is still being produced in spite of the commercial interests of Nashville-pap. That's a fair criticism. So here's an acoustic version of Josh Ritter's Folk Bloodbath - a hymn to the murder ballad which is, as Radley Balko says, splendid and part of an album that merits your investment.

I reckon it's been too long since Dolly Parton featured here.

Way back when back in the distant times I was at college I had - still do, in fact - a friend who was a John Denver fanatic. Aged 20 or so he'd seen the great troubador more than 20 times. In those days I had not yet seen the country light and, sad to say, scoffed at this enthusiasm. So this one's for you Nick. Here's Mr Denver and his Wild Montana Skies....

This week I am handing over the column to David Vick, who has contributed what I regard as the best (so far) of all the Top Tens I have received. Sound in judgment and admirably wide-ranging, Vick has in particular introduced me to Kurt Elling, an amazing jazz vocalist, still only in his early forties, of whom I had never previously heard. Having checked Elling out on Spotify, it’s clear that he is a superb artist, and I have now ordered several of his CDs. Trust me, trust David Vick. This guy is sensational and I cannot understand why he is so little known. Now, over to you, Mr Vick. Charles Spencer First up must be, of course, Dylan. He and I have been, in the words of his latest album title, together through life. The man is, quite simply, the greatest genius of our generation.

Mercifully, the election ain't the only show in town. There's actual, real good news elsewhere. For instamce, 57 years after his death Hank Williams has been awarded a Pulitzer Prize for his contributions to American culture. Better late than never.

Another rare old tune from a marvellous concert we've featured here before. This time they're performing an old Carter Family tune The Storms are On the Ocean. Terrific stuff.

Their 1970s album was called More a Legend than a Band and that was about right since it and they disappeared for 20 years. Happily the Flatlanders returned and continue to amaze with their groovy, mildly mystical brand of Texas country.

At his best Willie's pretty much a marvel and when he's singing Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain you get a whole lot of Willie at his best.

When you've got a song called If Drinking Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will) then you know you're travelling through the country of country. But that's fine, because the Possum is keeping you company. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr George Jones...

Kitty Wells was born in 1919 and she's the oldest living member of the Country Music Hall of Fame. So it's well past time she featured here and, this being so, it's sensible to play her first big hit It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels. If Hank Williams was the inspiration for everyone who followed him then, after the Carter Family, you can argue that Kitty Wells played a similar role on the distaff side of country.

Another gem featuring three great pickers and Alison Krauss. The Banks of the Ohio is a great song too and, like so many other murder ballads, a reminder of how closely connected old-style country is to the music of these islands.

So old school it makes old school seem dangerously hipsterish. But, you know, great.

Bryan Curtis has an excellent piece at the Daily Beast on the current state of country music. Well, the state of commercially successful, Grammy-nominated country music anyway. As you might expect, it's depressing stuff. Basically, you have a choice between Carrie Underwood and Taylor Swift and perhaps the best that may be said of this is that it might be marginally less gruesome than the era of Shania Twain and Garth Brooks. Marginally. As Bryan explains: To reduce Taylor vs. Carrie to style points would be a mistake. Their music has deep thematic differences, too. If you favor Swift, you are embracing a Weltanschauung that says that all of life is a high-school melodrama. Swift’s aesthetic is unapologetically teen angst; her songs can be divided into “Yay!

Earl Scruggs and his boys pay a visit to Doc Watson's home in North Carolina for some good times and some even better music. It's old school and it's great.

Been a whole lotta time since Waylon was seen around here. Time to rectify that so here's the great man singing A Good Hearted Woman which is what every outlaw needs though since all mommas also know they really shouldn't let their babies grow up to be cowboys you'd think that means they'd be doubly hesitant to let their daughters hitch themselves to the outlaw bandwagon...

Well, Sunday afternoon high-class, great-pickin' gospel really.

Apologies for the light blogging these past couple of days. Still, it's Saturday and so it's time for some more country. Since I'm seeing him perform in Perth on Monday night it's appropriate that Steve Earle makes another appearance in this series.

Sadly Youtube doesn't seem amply stocked with footage of Gram Parsons.

Yay! Another young, still-to-reach-their-prime performer! I like Laura Cantrell heaps. She has something. Here she is performing When the Roses Bloom Again. A nice, properly mournful song that is, in its title anyway, a spin-off of an old Carter Family tune that itself is reminiscent of some of the old Border ballads and, thus, a reminder of how much good country music is still linked to songs from these parts...