This is a most revealing look at a country icon. Pasty Cline was always wanting to be singing, and took any and every occasion to do so - from small hog roasts to Carnegie Hall. Her life is a story of determination, and the people she sang with amazed me. I was really sad at her death because it was within my life experience. Her songs are still very popular - at least with me. And the meanings, or the way the songs came about, are stsrtling, too.
From the cover...Her career came the hard way, after she battled a Virginia hardsrabble childhood and broke through the all-male barriers of Nashville to make America "Crazy" for country music. Her image flouted all the taboos. Brassy, big-hearted, sexy as hell, she dressed like a cowgirl or a call girl, swore like a truck driver, and seduced men like a femme fatale. Her money bought her a dream house and a silver fox coat. But it was too little, too late to erase the memories of mental breakdown and broken marriages-or avert the tragedies to come. Her men were lady-killers-hard loving, big-talking country boys who would hit the bottle, let her down and break her heart. Her music remains haunting, earthy, and selling millions...even though she fought against recording her hits, "Walkin' After Midnight" and "I Fall to Pieces," because they weren't "country enough."