The woman brightened. "Buell's singing, honey. It isn't like what you probably think of as country. Well, actually, it's a ‘roots' thing. Buell wants to take it back, back there past Waylon and Willie, to some kinda dark ‘primal kinda heartland.’ Kinda. Thing." The woman beamed, eyes slightly unfocused. Chevette got the feeling that all of that had been memorized, and maybe not too well, but that it was her job to get it out.