My brother dared call Chris Isaak a “country bumpkin” on one of our recent outings—I’m gonna stop by and beat his ass shortly, but here’s some Chris to tide us all over…he’s a crooner, he’s got a little Baja-surf-TexMex-rockabilly thing goin’ on…but though shalt not call him country.
Have I mentioned lately that when he said to me, “Hi, I’m Chris,” I sort of snort-laughed as I said “I KNOW!” Yeah, no cool points that day for me whatsoever.