And so goes Jennings' quest to play by his own rules -- just like his dad. His opening act, Shelly Fairchild, is just as young and just as ornery; the two are working together on Fairchild's next album, infusing it with a bit of '70s-era, fuck-you country soul. Fairchild is a far cry prettier than Jennings' tattooed scruffiness, but it's her bluesy growl and redneck-free, Gretchen Wilson-style authority on her tracks that'll get you stomping your feet. That Mississippi accent doesn't hurt, though.