I just discovered Dolly Parton's 1999 album The Grass Is Blue, a collection of sincere bluegrass interpretations of country classics. Sneering poseurs might shake their heads at Dolly, but they can listen to the boring new Death Cab while I listen to Dolly break my heart over and over. The lady can still sing like she's coming down from the mountains, even if she does have her own theme park. I need a Bud in a long-necked bottle, stat.