Move it on over

Why don't you spark me like you used to do

And say sweet nothins like you used to coo

I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through

So, why don't you love me like you used to do?

--Hank Williams

In Los Angeles, at a stoplight, idling next to a snazzy car with music blasting is fairly typical. Yesterday, I had to look over because it was Hank Williams I heard. The driver, swaying and jutting his head like a turtle--it's what you have to do with Hank's music. Great stuff.