It's not news that Nashville's current output lacks emotion, grit, soul, imagination -- the qualities that make for memorable music, no matter what the genre. Bleach-blond Twinkies in halter tops churn out generic pop with a hint of twang and the heartland embraces them as "real country." And maybe they are -- after all, we're not a nation of farmers and cowboys anymore; now we've got e-mail accounts and DVD players and video games, and Shania Twain's music fits right in with our mechanical, disposable,... More >>>