Tampa's Ronny Elliott has progressed from a rock and roller who once backed Chuck Berry to an acid rocker who once opened for Jimi Hendrix to a country rocker who was briefly a member of the Outlaws in 1969 to one of the earliest practitioners of insurgent country. Crusty as an overbaked baguette, the sardonic post-Kerouac twangster was alt-country before country even knew it had been altered, yet he's been passed over by labels like Bloodshot and Checkered Past ("not alternative enough") and Hightone, who told him with a straight face he was "too commercial." No wonder Elliott has little patience with the music business and makes it plain with lines like "Maybe music and business are terms that just don't jibe / All I've got is three chords and the... More >>>